Hogwarts: My Name is the Unforgivable

The next month was a great time for Avada.

With the help of the magic wand and the guidance of the knowledge in the textbook, Avada's understanding and mastery of magic was as fast as a rocket. The magic that was originally chaotic and vague in his eyes became clear after he learned the knowledge and compared it one by one.

The whole world of magic has opened the door to him.

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

As for his current strength...

  "Armor protection."

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

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

Of course, it would be stronger with sound and wand.

However, he still has shortcomings: for example, the content of potions and herbs, due to the lack of ready-made materials as reference, he mastered it very slowly, and basically could only rely on rote memorization. The key is that his memory is still very average, and he does not have the golden finger treatment of other time-traveling protagonists who can remember everything at a glance...

"Then, today is the official departure for Hogwarts!"

Suppressing the surging and excitement in his heart, after saying goodbye to his friends and teachers in the orphanage, Avada picked up his luggage and took a car to Kingdom Cross Station.

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

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

There are still five years before Voldemort's resurrection, and as a time traveler who knows all the plots and settings and has a golden finger, how much can he do in five years?

The crown and the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the abandoned bathroom, the old Gaunt house, Peter who was playing the role of a mouse, the locket under the carpet...

If nothing unexpected happens and the operation is done properly, he is fully confident that he can block Voldemort in the spring!

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

and the devastated wizarding world ruined by Voldemort, as well as countless sacrificed warriors and innocent people who died, he can save them all!

While thinking, he found that he had come to the platform between the ninth and tenth platforms.

"It should be there, the pillar closest to the tenth platform..."

Avada took out the ticket for the Hogwarts Express and held it in his hand - according to Dumbledore, this is a certification that can temporarily open the platform entrance to prevent Muggles from entering by mistake.

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 holding a suitcase in their hands, and one of them was holding an owl.

He could guess who these people were with his knees.

"Watch out, Ron, I can only demonstrate once."

"It's okay, George, if you don't teach him, I can demonstrate it again."

"After all, you will use this knowledge next year, so watch carefully and learn it well."

"Take out the ticket and hold it in your hand, hold your luggage, and then walk with elegant steps..."

The guy who was probably George took exaggerated steps like dancing flamenco, stepped into the pillar in one step, and disappeared.

"Did you see it?" The remaining Fred patted the shoulder of the red-haired child who was half a head shorter than him: "If you feel a little nervous when you enter for the first time, you can also trot forward like this..."

In a series of deliberately stepped small steps, Fred also merged into the pillar with his luggage.

Avada on the side was very confused. He didn't understand this thing since he was reading a book: Why do you have to trot if you are afraid of hitting the wall?

Did he think the collision was not hard enough?

So, after the Weasley family had all walked in, he carefully approached the pillar and poked it with his finger.

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

Then he stepped in with confidence, and watched the scene around him suddenly change. A retro black and red steam train was crawling on the track, breathing out white air. Beside it were countless wizards in black robes or freshmen who had not yet changed into black robes, as well as 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 for a summer vacation were waving their wands and exerting their magic power wantonly, and there were also unlucky people who were buried in their desks and writing furiously. Avada squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and found an empty compartment near the end of the train. After placing his luggage, he sat down, enjoying the comfortable environment while taking out his potion textbook to continue studying.

But it wasn't long before his peace was broken.   

  "Excuse me, is there anyone here?"

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

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

Avada shook his head and motioned 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 so 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 man, so he responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness." The handsome little boy stepped into the carriage and sat down, extending his hand to Avada: "Baron Shafik, it's a pleasure to travel with you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shafik." Avada shook his hand: "You can call me K for now."

  "Huh?"

Baron frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"

"I'm sorry." Avada sighed helplessly, and suddenly felt that the compensation from the Department of Mysteries was still too little: "Professor Dumbledore told me to try not to tell my real name to other people. As for what I should be called in school, 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 you in person? !" Baron

looked at Avada with a strange expression, and asked hesitantly: "Excuse me, your real name is not 'Voldemort', is it?"

  "That's not the case..."

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

Oh, maybe I should call him 'the mysterious man' or 'the Dark Lord'?"

Baron snorted sarcastically, "The shame of Slytherin, a coward without any honor, what qualifications does he have to make others fear his name? Not to mention now, even when he was still alive and the name curse was still in effect, the Shafik family did not bother to avoid it in the slightest!"

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

  "Yes."

Baron couldn't help but straightened his chest, then explained, "But don't get me wrong, although the Shafik family is also pure-blooded, we are the purest Slytherin, completely different from an unreasonable lunatic like Voldemort!"

"That..." Avada chose his words carefully, trying not to offend, and asked, "If I remember correctly, God...well, Voldemort, he seems to be from Slytherin as well?"

"That's why I said he is the shame of Slytherin! "

Baron seemed a little angry: "Salazar Slytherin founded the school to protect wizards from persecution, so that they can study and live safely and happily! And what about Voldemort? What did he do? He made the entire magical world turbulent and everyone was in danger!"

"And that dog... cough, the despicable 'pure blood supremacy' theory. The glory of pure blood comes from risking their lives to protect wizards and the magical world, not riding on their heads to do good and bully others!"

  "What kind of Slytherin is he?"

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

  "...Okay."

Baron finally couldn't stand Avada's questioning eyes, turned his head awkwardly, and his face flushed: "My father told me that the current Slytherin College is a little... changed, but this is also because the glory of Slytherin before was too great, allowing those who forgot their mission to lie in the shelter without any burden and become arrogant! "

If those guys do anything out of line 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, leaned his body, and bowed slightly to Avada.

Avada was stunned. He didn't expect Baron to go to such lengths to protect the honor of Slytherin - he hasn't been sorted yet!

  "No need to do that..." He reached out and was about to hold Baron's shoulder, but was interrupted by a crisp voice:

"Excuse me, is there a vacant seat here. Hey, what are you doing?"

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