Hogwarts: My Name is the Unforgivable

Ollivander's Wand Shop was silent and solemn. Countless narrow boxes were neatly placed on shelves that almost touched the ceiling. A pleasant woody scent floated in the air. In the sunlight shining through the glass, some dust could be vaguely seen, dancing with the slight tinkling sound coming from nowhere.

  "Good afternoon."

  A soft voice floated from the depths, followed by an old man. His eyes were silver-white and large, like two moons. In Avada's magical senses, those eyes corresponded to an extremely complex and strange structure.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Dumbledore, and then his face was full of joy: "Oh, Professor Dumbledore! It's an honor to see you again... Did you bring that child to buy a wand?"

  "Yes, Mr. Ollivander, please choose a wand for him."

  Dumbledore smiled and greeted Ollivander, then stepped aside.

  Ollivander seemed to want to say something, but after seeing Dumbledore's actions, he could only shake his head helplessly, and then turned to look at Avada beside him.

"Then let's get started."

  Ollivander stared at Avada with his silver eyes for a moment, which made him feel a little uneasy. Just when he wanted to ask a question, he saw that Ollivander's expression became more and more strange: "What's your name, kid?"

  "..."

  Avada turned his head to look at Dumbledore and got a positive look.

  "Avada Kendavia."

  He imitated Dumbledore's tone and dragged out a long voice, trying to minimize the shock to Ollivander. But Ollivander still trembled after hearing it, but then he showed a look of realization.

"I see, no wonder..."

  "Well, Mr. Kendavia, which hand do you usually use?"

  "Right hand."

  "Raise your arm."

  The tape measure in Ollivander's hand automatically floated up and measured every bit of data on Avada's body, while Ollivander himself dove into the pile of wands behind him and started searching.

"My eyes can see some special things, and with the name and size of the buyer, I can roughly determine a range of wands to choose from. But if I meet a picky customer, I still have to test it more than a dozen times, or even dozens of times..."

  "Okay, try this one. Ten and three-quarters inches, acacia wood, phoenix feather wand core, try it with a wave..."

  He got stuck in his mouth before he finished speaking, and looked at with some surprise as a red light surged from the tip of the wand, enveloping the hand holding it and gradually covering Avada's whole body.

"Wow!"

  Avada couldn't help but shout out in surprise - when he held this wand, his magic senses seemed to suddenly wear glasses, and instantly became several times clearer!

  Moreover, he vaguely felt that his own golden light, that is, his spiritual power, seemed to be able to extend along the direction of the wand, becoming more condensed, and the range would also be greatly increased!

  This thing is simply a magic weapon for casting spells!

  "Success in one go? It's not a common situation!"

Ollivander shouted happily, then calmed down and smiled: "Then, Mr. Kendavia, congratulations on finding the wand that suits you best. It will accompany you and start your journey into the magical world with you."

  "Uh..."

  Avada felt a little strange. He saw that others would try for a long time to choose a wand, and finally pick out a powerful and strange wand that made Ollivander shout excitedly, but why did it happen to him...

"How about trying another one?"

  He asked a little embarrassedly.

  "Want to try something else? That's fine. After all, it's a pity not to have experienced a wand that doesn't suit your hand when choosing." Ollivander was amused, and then he took out another wand: "12.5 inches, ebony, unicorn hair, come and try it."

  Avada reached out and held the wand with some curiosity. And the moment he held the wand, the wand suddenly glowed red, emitting a warm current that passed through Avada's body, making him feel very comfortable - exactly the same as the previous one.

  "Huh?"

Ollivander's eyes showed a hint of surprise again.

  "Few people can fit the second wand so perfectly." Ollivander stared at the little guy in front of him with interest: "You can make the decision to try another wand. I'm afraid you are attracted to it? This is probably the guidance of fate?"

  "Um... can you try it again?"

  "Haha, do you still want to experience the feeling of a wand that doesn't fit you? All right then. Thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn hair, try this one."

Avada took the newly taken out wooden box, opened it, held the wand, and there was another red light and warm current.

  "What's going on?!"   

  Now not only Ollivander, but also Dumbledore beside him showed a look of surprise.

  If it is a coincidence for a person to touch two perfectly matching wands twice in a row, then the third time means that things are not so simple.

"Try this one again!"

  Ollivander didn't even report the standard three wand combos, and directly took out a wand and stuffed it into Avada's hand - it was still the red light and warm current that symbolized perfect matching.

  "What about this one?"

  Perfect match, red light and warm current.

  "This one!"

  Red light and warm current.

  "This one!!"

  Red light and warm current.

  "..."

  Red light and warm current.

  Ollivander, Dumbledore and Avada fell silent at the same time.

  "It shouldn't be, how could it be, it doesn't make sense..."

"Do you have any clues, Professor Dumbledore?" Ollivander pondered for a long time without any results, so he had to ask Dumbledore, who brought Avada, for help, but in return he only got the same confused eyes.

  Avada, who was holding his wand at a loss, had a twitch in his eyes: he had at least experienced the feeling of constantly choosing wands.

  Although it was in reverse.

  "So..." He carefully broke the silence and asked, "How should I choose my wand?"

The atmosphere in the wand shop became even more silent.

  "...Or should I choose the first one?"

  Dumbledore frowned so much that his glasses almost flew off, but he finally nodded helplessly: "Okay."

  Ollivander seemed unwilling to accept it, but in the end he didn't say anything, just silently accepted the seven gold galleons, and then handed the ten and three-quarter-inch long acacia wood, phoenix feather wand to Avada.

But there was also an advantage to this, that is, when buying textbooks, robes and other first-year student supplies, Dumbledore's expression seemed to be thinking about something important about the entire wizarding world, so that the people around him didn't bother him, allowing Avada to complete this Diagon Alley trip easily.

  It was not until Avada signed the compensation clause of the Ministry of Magic with her wand and completed the magic contract that he stared at Avada and spoke slowly with a solemn tone:

  "You have a talent that we can't imagine, Avada."

  "I hope you can use it well."

  Unlike the expected long speech, Dumbledore only said these two short sentences to Avada. But then, his tone became relaxed again: "But before you start to control your talent, I suggest you buy a few real Muggle textbooks and return to your friends, otherwise you may not be able to deal with their questions."

  "Also, I have to remind you that the next month will be the last time you can cast spells outside of school before leaving Hogwarts. If you don't cherish it, you will regret it - but you must also pay attention to concealment. Matters related to the Statute of Secrecy are always a headache."

  "Thank you for the reminder, professor."

Avada thanked sincerely, and then remembered something: Also, Professor Dumbledore, the problem of my name..."

  "Don't worry too much. "

  Although the name registered with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic cannot be changed, it is still possible to use a code name in front of students. This way, at least you can ensure that only the professor in the whole school knows your real name, so that you will not be troubled by your classmates. Well, Avada Kendavia...how about 'Mr. K'?"

"It sounds good." Avada sighed inwardly-but in this way, wouldn't he become "the one whose name cannot be mentioned"?

  Born in an orphanage, introduced to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, with amazing talent, his name cannot be mentioned...

  "I shouldn't be sorted into Slytherin...right?"

  "That's still good. If the Sorting Hat knows my real name and gets shocked, will it put me directly into Azkaban?"