Chapter 1 Avada Kedavra

  July 29, 1990, London, Muller Orphanage.

  "As you have heard, Mr. Kendavia, you are also a wizard."

  "So now, please tell me, are you willing to go to Hogwarts, learn magic, and join the magic world?"

  Avada Kendavia sat nervously, with an envelope on the table in front of him, with a big letter H written on it, surrounded by four animals: a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.

  At the other end of the table, there was a white-haired old man wearing half-moon glasses, with a crooked hooked nose, a scary white beard, but a very kind and kind face. He was smiling and looking at the boy in front of him with his blue eyes, waiting for his choice.

  But Avada Kendavia did not dare to move.

  There was no way. In his senses, Albus Dumbledore in front of him was like a magnificent star, shining like an emperor and ruling all the magic and matter around him. Although his face was kind and his mental fluctuations showed that he was indeed very patient at the moment, he was still overwhelmed.

  This was not Dumbledore's active pressure, but Avada's unique talent "magic sense".

  Avada Kendavia was a time traveler. After his body and brain in this life were fully developed and he could think clearly, he was surprised to find that he had one more sense than in his previous life.

  It was a sense that did not belong to any of the five senses, a bit like the "divine consciousness" described in immortal novels. Under this sense, the world he "saw" was composed of countless complex lines and blocks of color. In addition to the corresponding structure of everything in the eyes, those places that seemed to be empty also had lines and blocks of color, but they were much simpler, more regular, and more solid.

  The only special thing was the human body - under that sense, everyone had two circles of glow, one red and one gold, around their bodies, which contained countless extremely complex structures, and the middle was completely blank, as if there were no bones or internal organs.

  Gradually, Avada discovered that he seemed to be able to influence the golden glow on his body through thinking, emotions, organizing language, manipulating the body, etc., controlling it to extend outward and produce specific fluctuations, touching and affecting the structure of all things in the world. After continuous exploration and experimentation, he successfully found the model structure that symbolizes "gravity" and disassembled it with his own golden glow, making a pen float.

The method is very simple, just wave your arms a few times and then say "Wingardium, Leviosa".

  At that time, he realized that this was the world of Harry Potter.

  As a senior fan of the original book, he remembered the spell of the floating spell clearly

And the lines and color blocks he perceived were probably the so-called magic. In his perception, the material world floats above the magic, like floating ice on the ocean. The flow of seawater can interfere with ice, and seawater and ice can also transform into each other. The same is true for matter and magic

The two circles of red and golden light also revealed their identities under his long-term observation: they are the vitality and spiritual power of the human body.

  Then, there was the letter sent yesterday, and Albus Dumbledore's visit just now.

  "Of course I would!"

  Finally, Avada nodded heavily and accepted the invitation from Dumbledore.

"Very good."

  Dumbledore nodded with a smile, but then his smile faded: "According to standard procedures, I should have taken you to Diagon Alley to collect the scholarship for Muggle-born students and buy wands and other equipment. But your situation is special, I hope you can go somewhere else with me first."

"Where to?" Avada asked curiously, and was also curious about what made Dumbledore feel special about him - it couldn't be because of his outrageous name, right?

  Using the spell "Avada Kedavra" as a name, he shouldn't be sent to Azkaban, right?

  "Ministry of Magic."

Without waiting for the Avada to show surprise, Dumbledore stood up and pushed open the door: "Relax, that's not a place worth being nervous about. They are only responsible for maintaining the basic order of the magical world, and ensuring that the magical world will not be discovered by Muggles - people who can't do magic."

  "Professor Dumbledore, are you done talking?"   

After hearing the sound of the door opening, a young woman in uniform came over and looked at the strangely dressed old man with curiosity.

  "The talk went well. Mr. Kendavia has agreed to go to Hogwarts." Dumbledore responded with a smile: "I want to take him to visit the school first, and maybe buy some school supplies by the way - no need to prepare luggage, I will be back soon."

Okay, Professor Dumbledore." She nodded, then turned her eyes to Avada and smiled: "I also wish you good luck in your studies in the future, little Avada."

  "Thank you, Mrs. Green."

  Avada smiled and thanked Mrs. Green for her blessing, then followed Dumbledore out of the orphanage and came to the street outside. After walking for a while, they turned a few corners and entered a secluded alley.

"The feeling of Apparition may be a little difficult for you to accept..."

  Dumbledore muttered to himself and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and waved: "Fawkes."

  A brilliant fire flashed beside Dumbledore, and a beautiful red bird emerged from it - Phoenix Fawkes.

  A flash of surprise flashed in Avada's eyes. The light on Fox was not only dazzling, but the structure contained in it was countless times more complex than that of humans. He felt a sharp pain in his head after just a brief observation.

"Hold my arm."

  Dumbledore ordered. Avada also knew what would happen next, so he held Dumbledore's arm tightly. The next moment, his vision was filled with red flames.

  When the flames dissipated, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

In front of him was a magnificent hall with a dark wooden floor that was polished to a bright shine. The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols, which kept moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board. The walls on all four sides were inlaid with dark, shiny wooden boards, inlaid with densely packed gilded fireplaces.

There was a fountain in the middle of the foyer. A group of pure gold statues stood in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest of them was a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing to the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.

  "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dumbledore."

Seeing the iconic fire, the receptionist of the Ministry of Magic immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "The Unspoken Man of the Department of Mysteries is waiting for you, please follow me."

  "So, Professor Dumbledore, what are we doing here?" Avada asked curiously. "

  To deal with the matter of your name."

Dumbledore's face was a little serious: "You don't know yet, your name has an extremely evil meaning in the magic world. Using this as a name is basically the same as a curse. This will cause you to encounter all kinds of troubles in your future life." "

  And according to my investigation, your name seems to come from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a department that specializes in studying all kinds of secrets and unknowns."

  "In order for my students not to be used as experimental subjects, there are some things I must figure out in person. This is also the reason why I came to see you in person - generally speaking, the work of guiding students is usually done by professors who have free time." Avada's pupils shrank

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The Department of Mysteries, that is the most mysterious institution in the original book, and it also studies cutting-edge fields such as time, space, and destiny. How could I, a Muggle orphan, be related to them? !

  (End of this chapter)