Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"Hello...are you Mr. Fenwick?"

Hogsmeade, in the Three Broomsticks Bar, as soon as Crewe Imprey, controlled by Avada, stepped into the door, he saw the man in his thirties with a thin build at the appointed seat. Now he stood up and waved to him: "Are you Mr. Crewe Imprey?"

"I'm little Benji Fenwick, nice to meet you - you're a little younger than I expected, to be honest."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Fenwick."

Avada shook hands with him and sat down opposite him: "To be on the safe side, let me confirm again that you want to install anti-ghosting equipment for one of your houses and part of its surrounding area - about half an acre. Shape prohibition, right?”

As he spoke, he took out the Ministry of Magic certification for his space and handed it over: "This is my certificate, you can confirm it. In addition, I have also helped three customers who advertised in newspapers install it. Apparition is prohibited, so you can rest assured of your proficiency..."

"Certified by the Wizarding Examination Authority, overall score is E+... looks good."

After confirming the authenticity of the certificate, Mr. Fenwick returned it to Avada: "Then if there are no other questions, shall we set off now?"

"Can."

Avada nodded, stood up and left the bar with him: "Then you and my entourage will appear."

"no problem."

Mr. Fenwick stretched out an arm, and Avada grabbed it firmly. Then the two figures disappeared into the streets of Hogsmeade with a popping sound, and reappeared in the next moment. Standing beside the house beside the tranquil lake.

"The environment here is really nice."

As soon as he landed and stood firm, Avada praised naturally - this was the fourth time he had repeated this sentence in the past few days.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Mr. Fenwick smiled politely: "This is my residence. This is the permission of the Ministry of Magic. You can confirm it."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment with a mark from his arms and handed it to Avada, who briefly verified the magic mark and then handed it back: "How old do I need to be?" Are restrictions installed within the scope?”

"I hope that from the lakeside here to the edge of the garden on the opposite side, and from the hillside over there to the small shed in the south - these four locations can be used as the edge of the ban, is it okay?"

"I need to measure it."

With that said, Avada took out a broomstick from his pocket and stepped on it, overlooking the surrounding terrain in the air, using magic to measure the distance, then lowered it, and checked whether it was there. A certain system of magic that may interfere with the operation of the ban... After doing all this, Avada put away her wand and looked at Mr. Fenwick who was still waiting.

"To completely cover the area you requested, this ban will cost approximately two hundred and twenty Galleons and two to three days of construction time."

"It's a completely acceptable price."

Mr. Fenwick nodded: "We can look at the contract now - do I need to pay a deposit?"

"Yes, this contract is not a magic contract. The deposit is twenty galleons... This is a template, you can check it."

——A magic contract cannot be signed casually. After all, it must imprint the magic mark on the signer's mental power or vitality to ensure that it can take effect. And an excessive number of contract marks will affect the operation of mental and vitality, causing various uncomfortable symptoms. You can only wait until the contract mark dissipates after the time is up to slowly recover... So only in the most important things Only when you go up can you use the magic contract. A normal contract like this only requires a magic wand to mark it and impose financial constraints.

"……no problem."

Mr. Fenwick read the contract quickly and skillfully, filled in some information, and each of Avada and Avada left their magic marks on the two contracts and happily handed over the deposit.

"I need to spend a day preparing materials tomorrow."

After collecting his contract together with the deposit, Avada added: "If it's convenient for you, we can meet at the Three Broomsticks at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, and then use Apparition to come here like today Construction here.”

"Can."

Mr. Fenwick readily agreed.

"But, Mr. Fenwick, may I venture to ask..."

Avada's mental power was secretly concentrated, and most of the computing power on the main body was directly used. He carefully observed Mr. Fenwick's mental state: "I have received several requests to install Phantom Teleportation." However, according to my observation, these customers, including you, have not just moved or undergone large-scale renovations, but simply want to install a disembodiment ban on their old houses, and There are a lot of similar situations in the newspapers...Did something happen in Britain recently?"

"You may not know that I just moved to the UK from Australia more than half a month ago. I just got my identity last week. I don't know much about the situation here, so I'm a little worried..."

"Ah, please don't worry about that."

Mr. Fenwick straightened his collar in embarrassment: "Actually, I only did this after following the advice of a few friends. They all tried their best to persuade me to do this in letters or during meetings, and introduced me to Phantom Transference. The various benefits of form restraint, as well as the various tragedies in history where people apparated to their homes and attacked and killed them... To be honest, at the time, I thought they had accepted some kind of advertisement."

"Then have you asked them why they suddenly suggested this?"

"I asked. But they just said they thought it was natural, or they were frightened by similar stories when they were reading... There was no clear reason, so I thought they secretly accepted some advertisement."

"Then why did you finally decide to follow the advice and install the ban?"

"Is this some kind of product research?"

Mr. Fenwick made a little joke, and then explained seriously: "The main reason is that I think they are right, and my wife and son do need some protection. In addition, the recent society's attitude towards pure bloods There are some...well, there are some extreme opinions circulating, so I am also worried that something will happen, so I am preparing for a rainy day."

"You also...you have a son?"

Avada's brows wrinkled slightly and then relaxed immediately, and asked in a casual conversational tone: "How old is he this year?"

"You are just seven years old this year, and there is still some time before you go to Hogwarts. I think he will be quite interested in you..."

After chatting briefly for a while, Avada ended the topic naturally and quickly. After saying goodbye to Mr. Fenwick, she apparated back to Diagon Alley.

'This time the client also has a young child...'

‘This is already my fourth client, and three of those four have young children! ’

As he walked on the road, he looked around pretending to look for goods, but in his heart he became extremely serious: 'Coincidence? Or something went wrong? ’

‘If something went wrong, why was there no movement at all in society and why didn’t his friends tell him the matter directly? ’

"Goo!"

Suddenly, an owl's hoot interrupted his train of thought, and then an envelope swayed down from the air, landing just in his hand...