Hogwarts: My Name is the Unforgivable

Astronomy classes are only held on Wednesday nights, and there will be no homework for the first class of the new semester. So after finishing the afternoon classes, the first-year students entered a state of doing nothing.

And Avada would naturally not miss this precious time period - the address of the Room of Requirement, the most mysterious and most widely used room in Hogwarts, was now stored in his mind. And once he successfully entered the Room of Requirement, it meant that his plan had taken a big step forward: Ravenclaw's diadem, the damaged vanishing cabinet, and his own secret research place...

Not only that, there are also the magical principles of the Room of Requirement, the magical structures of Ravenclaw's diadem and the vanishing cabinet, Voldemort's soul fragments and other magical items. If he can fully analyze them with his magical senses and develop related spells...

Avada dares to guarantee that any treasure in the magical world is not as valuable to him as the Room of Requirement!

So after leaving the Transfiguration classroom, he rushed to the cafeteria like the other Hufflepuffs, preparing to go to the eighth floor after dinner.

As a Hufflepuff, he couldn't delay eating.

"Hey, Ken!"

Avada looked in the direction of the voice and saw Baron coming out of the opposite corridor alone, waving at him.

  "Nice to meet you again."

He greeted his Hufflepuff classmates, then temporarily left the team and walked side by side with Baron: "How do you feel about your first day of class?"

"Not bad." Baron's mouth curled up slightly: "Although most of them are things taught by my parents, it is indeed a brand new experience to cast spells with a wand myself. How is your side?"

"It's not bad. I have basically learned most of the spells during the summer vacation, so it's not difficult to get started. Although Professor Binns' voice in the History of Magic class is a bit hypnotic, history itself is still very interesting."

"Do you think the History of Magic is interesting too?"

Baron was quite happy to have found a soulmate: "I just came out of the History of Magic class. You may not imagine that I am the only one awake in the whole class! Including those guys who performed well in the class before are dozing off!"

"No need to imagine." Avada shook his head and laughed: "It's the same on my side. I even suspect that Professor Binns has some talent for hypnotic magic. He just opened his mouth for a few words and he was snoring in class. Obviously, what he said was quite exciting."

  "Yes."

Baron said with emotion: "My parents told me since I was a child that the glory of blood is hidden in history. Everything we enjoy now comes from the gift of history. As a pure-blood wizard, it is our responsibility to remember history and protect the truth. And we must not only remember honor, but also remember the evil deeds that damage honor, and reflect on and avoid them. Only in this way can the glory and blood be passed on and flourish forever."

"Really admirable..." Avada wanted to praise Baron and talk about the history of magic together, but suddenly frowned and stretched out his hand to stop Baron's steps.

  "What's wrong?"

"There is a small trap ahead." Avada had seen the structure of the magic in front of him in a few seconds, and his brows were relaxed again, and he even wanted to laugh.

  "Spell Stop."

He pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. A white light spread out and swept across the corridor in front, and one area turned into a small piece of mud after being swept, and then squirmed a few times under the effect of Spell Stop and turned back into ordinary floor tiles. Then he put away his wand in a cool manner, and turned his eyes to the corner on the side with a playful look: "Seniors, don't hide, come out."

As the voice fell, two red-haired guys who looked almost identical walked out dejectedly.

Baron's pupils shrank, and he remembered the Gryffindor legend that the Slytherin seniors solemnly warned him about last night.

  "Merlin's beard, it's such a failure."

One of the guys shouted with a frown: "The moving swamp that we spent half a semester to research was cracked by a little guy who just learned the floating spell!" "

  How did you do it?"

Avada looked at the twins who were scratching their heads and puzzled with amusement, and lied: "Unfortunately, the things I taught myself are quite wide-ranging, and among them is the identification and removal of traps in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I guess you are the troublemakers and prank masters of Gryffindor, Fred Weasley and George Weasley? Hufflepuff, Ken, it's nice to meet you."   

"Oh, it's you, the one who must not be named!"

The twins shouted excitedly, and turned to look at Baron: "Then you must be his 'apprentice'!"

"Slytherin, Baron Shafik, it's an honor to meet two 'Mischief Maggs'." Baron rolled his eyes and retorted mercilessly.

"Mischief Maggs?"

of mischief, the 'Mischief Maggs' that is comparable to 'Animagus' and 'Disguise Maggs'!"

"As expected of Slytherin who can make friends with Hufflepuff, the naming level is really high!"

Then they ran away in a hurry, and it was unknown whether they were to escape from the crime scene or to publicize their new titles.

Veins on Baron's forehead throbbed, and he said angrily.

"This name is derogatory! Derogatory! I should call them Deduction Maggs!"

"Then they will probably be happier."

Avada smiled and said: "Let's wait until this name spreads, and then let Professor McGonagall, the real Animagus, deal with them. We are going to be 'foodie apprentices' now."

"I finally understand why the seniors had that expression when they mentioned those two guys yesterday. They used hidden traps on first-year students, and openly admitted that they were Prank Maggs, and they also wanted to target Professor McGonagall..."

"Is this how Gryffindor's courage is used?"

Until almost the end of the meal, Baron was still a little indignant, and the strength of biting the chicken leg was obviously increased by a few points.

After parting with Baron, Avada took advantage of the opportunity when there were not many people around, sneaked up to the eighth floor, and came to the opposite side of the tapestry of the giant monster beating Barnabas with a club. He casually used his magic senses to glance at the wall that hid the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

  Well, I don't understand.

  Let's go in and get the Horcrux first.

"The Room of Requirement is only open to those who really need it..."

"You must be kidding. No one needs the Room of Requirement more than me. Only I know how important the things inside are."

Avada muttered in his heart, "I need a room to hide things, I need a room to hide things...", and walked back and forth across that section of the wall three times. Suddenly, the magic structure inside the wall was integrated with his own overflowing mental power, and an extremely complex and strange change occurred. This change caused a door to appear out of thin air on the wall, and behind it was a suddenly appeared, extremely vast and hidden space.

Avada pushed open the door and walked into an extremely vast and bright room. Even though this room was so vast, countless messy debris still filled almost every corner of this space. The flames burning in the water, the books turning pages automatically, the handmade golden snitch that seemed to be a half-finished product...

Countless complex and unfamiliar magic structures filled Avada's magic senses, which gave him a headache and made him sigh that he had forgotten another value of the Room of Requirement -

in the millennium of Hogwarts, countless students had hidden their proud works or contraband from unknown places in this room, causing the magic items here to pile up like a mountain!

Moreover, most of their principles are not complicated, at least much simpler and clearer than the Horcruxes and this magical house itself. This also means that Avada will have countless research and experimental materials. With the cooperation of magic senses, his progress will reach a level that others can't imagine.

  "Fat, fat..."

He subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, almost enjoying the perception of the magic structures around him that he could barely understand, allowing countless inspirations to burst out in his mind.

At this moment, he only hated his mediocre memory and couldn't remember all those structures and fleeting inspirations!