Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

After Professor McGonagall finally managed to get the upset students to regain their composure, they finally realized what Professor McGonagall meant by "difficulty" -

Anyway, at the end of the class, most of the students had expressions of doubt about life, such as "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" Even the few students with excellent grades frowned and wanted to bury their faces. Into the book. However, when they thought about the opportunity to participate in Professor McGonagall's experiment, they mustered up their fighting spirit again and began to study hard and difficult knowledge... It must be said that Professor McGonagall's provoking method was quite effective.

"The next lesson is, uh... Care of Magical Creatures."

Avada glanced at the class schedule and twitched her eyes: "I don't know what surprise Hagrid will come up with. Class XXXX magical creatures are used in class for third grade students. Wouldn't the fourth grade be even more powerful? Five. What about sixth and seventh grade?”

After taking a drink of water, he turned around and went to the toilet. He planned to go to Hagrid's hut in advance so that if anything happened, he could deal with it in advance...

"oh."

When he was about to come out of the bathroom door, a few students happened to be walking quickly through the door with their heads lowered, and they almost bumped into him: "Sorry... eh, Harry?"

Avada couldn't help but be startled when she saw those three familiar faces again, and then took another special look at Ron - the locating spell on Peter Pettigrew would expire in less than a month, and he had to find a chance. Continued.

"Ken? Great, we are looking for you!"

"Looking for me? What's the matter?"

He raised his eyebrows in confusion - had Harry been attacked by a dementor this time? What other questions could there be? You don’t want to take part in a certain professor’s topic and ask yourself to make up the class, right?

By the way, what will become of Harry's Boggart without the Dementors? ?

"Step aside and say..."

After the three of them pulled Avada into an inaccessible corner, Harry said sadly: "It's a question about divination."

"Although it makes no sense, whether it's the prophecy itself or Professor Trelawney." Hermione interjected.

"It's not nonsense - Ken, you were once a prophet, right? Then you must be familiar with this aspect..."

"The thing is like this, I once saw a big black dog during my summer vacation. But I was just startled at the time and didn't pay much attention to it. Until I took a divination class just now..."

Harry's face turned pale: "Professor Trelawney told me that she saw something 'ominous' in me - and that happened to be a big black dog, which is the most powerful, omen of death!"

"Ken, is this really true? Is seeing a black dog really a bad omen of death?"

"..."

Avada suppressed the twitching of his face - if he didn't have to maintain his character, he almost wanted to laugh out loud now.

Why would you give me such a perfect opportunity to reveal the truth about Sirius Black?

Even Peter Pettigrew is no longer with Ron - now he can speak without any scruples!

"Big black dog..."

He deliberately pondered for a while to ease his mood. As a result, Harry and the others became nervous again, as if they were waiting for the critical illness notice. Then he slowly raised his head: "What a coincidence. Before I lost the ability to predict, I also saw a scene related to the big black dog in a prophecy - and that scene happened to be related to Haha It’s about profit.”

"What?!"

This time, even Hermione, who had no trust in Professor Trelawney, was frightened - the man in front of her had proven her prophecy ability with real achievements, and his words were much more reliable than that so-called magician. !

"And in my prophecy that time,"

Avada smiled relaxedly: "That big black dog is not only not ominous to Harry, but it also has many very good omens - 'family affection', 'love', 'compensation'... But I don't know Why is there still a little bit of danger - really just a little bit, about the same level as choking on drinking water..."

"Family, affection and amends?"

Ron blinked: "It sounds like a man's attitude towards the son of a friend he owes something to...but why is there still family affection? Could it be that the dog is a relative of Harry?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"Who knows, I'm just a prophet, not omniscient..."

Avada glanced at Ron appreciatively, nodded or said, "It's probably because Harry's family had a black dog back then, or a friend of Harry's parents had a Patronus or Animag in the form of a black dog. Si?"

"In any case, the black dog is definitely not ominous to Harry, and is even the complete opposite."

He smiled at Harry, who looked much better now: "If you see the big black dog again sometime, maybe you can feed it something delicious. Maybe it will increase your good luck?"

"I understand...thank you!"

A smile finally returned to Harry's face.

"I'll just say it!"

After seeing that terrible prophecy being easily resolved, Hermione couldn't help but beam with joy and puffed up her chest proudly, as if she had just won a big battle: "I knew that Professor Trelawney must not be reliable. ! Her divination class is simply a mess, or arithmetic divination is more practical..."

"But don't look down on Professor Trelawney."

Thinking of what she saw from Trelawney, Avada shook her head with lingering fear, interrupting Hermione's showoff: "She has real abilities, there is no doubt about it."

"She also has real abilities? Then how do you and her interpret the black dog..."

"According to my observation, she should be the type who cannot control her talents."

He explained: "This kind of person's prophecy talent is often the most powerful, so powerful that it cannot be controlled by human power - just compare it with my previous talent. My talent can be controlled by me to a certain extent, which makes it more effective. It purposefully predicts what I need to know, but it is not precise and the time scale is not long-term. At most, it provides some information that can be used as a reference..."

"And Professor Trelawney's kind - once her talent is activated independently, the prophecy that emerges must be a big event, at least a big event that can change the destiny of a country..."

"Is it really that mysterious?" Hermione was still a little confused.

"There is no such thing as 'mysterious' in the world of magic, let alone divination involving the most mysterious fields of time and destiny."

Avada shook her head: "At least Dumbledore has hired her as a professor for so many years, which in itself explains the situation. But probably it is to maintain the professor's prestige during the week when the gift of prophecy is silent. Since she came to this After coming to the school, it is predicted that one student will die every year. But so far, no one has died - she likes to greet a new class by seeing omens of death, which is recognized by the students who have taken her class. "

"Okay, it's almost time. I still have to prepare for the Care of Magical Creatures class..."

"Ah, by the way, talking about Care of Magical Creatures..."

The three of them once again looked at each other asking for help: "I heard that someone in Hufflepuff found a way to deal with that monster book. Can you tell me? We are about to start class..."

"Oh, that's easy to say."

Avada nodded and motioned for them to take out their monster books: "You just need to put a small spell on it, which is a little more complicated than the curse of stopping, like this -"

After deliberately slowing down his speech and whispering a few spells, he poked the cover of a monster book with his wand. And the book that was poked immediately became motionless like a frog whose central nervous system was hit: "It's that simple."

"..."