Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Ollivander's wand shop is quiet and solemn. Countless long and narrow boxes are neatly placed on the shelves that almost touch the ceiling. There is a pleasant woody fragrance floating in the air. In the sunlight that shines through the glass, you can vaguely see some floating dust, dancing along with a 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 big, like two moons. In Avada's magical senses, those eyes correspond to an extremely complex and strange structure.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Dumbledore, and his face was filled with joy: "Oh, Professor Dumbledore! It's such 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 more, but after seeing Dumbledore's actions, he could only shake his head slightly helplessly, and then turned to look at Avada aside.

"Then let's get started."

Ollivander's silver-white eyes stared at Avada for a moment, which made him feel a little scared. Just when he was about to ask a question, he saw Ollivander's expression getting weirder and weirder: "What's your name, kid?"

"..."

Avada turned to look at Dumbledore and received an affirmative look.

"Avada Kendavia."

He imitated Dumbledore's drawl, trying to minimize the shock to Ollivander. But Ollivander still trembled after hearing this, but then he showed a look of surprise.

"So that's the case, no wonder..."

"Okay, Mr. Kendavia, which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

"Put your arms up."

The tape measure in Ollivander's hand automatically levitated, surrounding Avada to measure every data on his body, while Ollivander himself plunged into the pile of wands behind him and rummaged around.

"My eyes can see some special things. Together with the buyer's name and size, I can roughly determine a range of wands to choose. But if you encounter a picky customer, you still have to test it a dozen times or even several times. There are ten times..."

"Okay, try this one. Ten and three-quarter inches, acacia wood, phoenix feather core, you can swing it and try..."

His words were stuck in his mouth before he finished speaking. He was somewhat surprised to see a red light pouring out from the tip of the staff, wrapping the hand holding it and gradually covering Avada's whole body.

"Wow!"

Avada couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise - when he held the wand, his sense of magic seemed to be suddenly wearing glasses, and it became several times clearer in an instant!

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

This thing is simply a magic weapon!

"One success? An unusual situation!"

Ollivander shouted happily, then calmed down and said with a smile: "Well, Mr. Kendavia, congratulations on finding the most suitable wand for you. It will accompany you and start with you." A journey through the magical world.”

"Well……"

Avada felt a little weird. He watched other people try to pick out wands for a long time. After finally picking out a powerful and strange wand, Ollivander shouted excitedly, why did he get here...

"How about trying something else?"

He requested somewhat sarcastically.

"Want to try something else? That's fine. After all, it's a pity that you haven't experienced a wand that doesn't fit in your hand when choosing." Ollivander was amused, and then took out another wand: "Twelve point five inches, Ebony wood, unicorn hair, come and experience it.”

Avada reached out curiously and held the wand. And the moment he held the wand, the wand suddenly glowed red, sending out a wave of warmth that passed through Avada's body, making him feel even more comfortable - exactly the same as the previous one.

"Huh?"

Ollivander's eyes showed a trace of surprise again.

"Few people can adapt to 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 it's a secret. Are you attracted? This is probably the guidance of fate?"

"Well... can you try again?"

"Haha, do you still want to experience the feeling of a wand that is not in your hand? Okay. Thirteen inches, cherry wood, unicorn hair, try this one."

Avada took the newly taken out wooden box, opened it, held the wand, and saw another stream of red light and warmth.

"What's happening here?!"

This time, not only Ollivander, but also Dumbledore looked surprised.

If it is a coincidence that a person touches two perfectly matched wands twice in a row, then the third time means that things are not that simple.

"Try this one again!"

Ollivander didn't even report the standard three wands, but directly took out a wand and stuffed it into Avada's hand - it still had the red light and warmth that symbolized perfect fit.

"what about this?"

Perfect fit, red light and warm flow.

"this!"

Red light and warm current.

"this!!"

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 possible? It doesn't make sense..."

"Do you have any clues, Professor Dumbledore?" Ollivander pondered for a long time to no avail, so he had to ask Dumbledore, who had brought Avada, for help, but all he got in exchange was the same confused look.

Avada's eyes twitched as she was holding the wand blankly at a loss: he at least experienced the feeling of constantly selecting wands.

Although 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.

"...How about choosing the first one?"

Dumbledore frowned so much that his glasses almost flew out, but in the end he nodded helplessly: "That's fine."

Ollivander didn't seem to be willing to give in, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just silently accepted the seven gold galleons, and then took the ten and three-quarter-inch long wand made of acacia wood and phoenix feathers. It was handed over to Avada.

But this also has an advantage, that is, when he is buying textbooks, robes, and other supplies for first-year students, Dumbledore's expression seems to be thinking about something important to the entire wizarding world, so that people around him are not asking for trouble. Stepping forward to interrupt, Avada could easily complete this trip to Diagon Alley.

It wasn't until Avada signed the Ministry of Magic's compensation terms with her wand and completed the magic contract that he stared directly at Avada and said slowly and solemnly:

"You have gifts beyond our imagination, Avatar."

"Wish you good use of it."

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 talents, I suggest you buy some real Muggle textbooks and go back to your friends, otherwise you may not be able to cope well. Their questioning.”

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

"Thanks for the reminder, Professor."

Avada thanked her sincerely, and then thought of something else: Professor Dumbledore, the question of my name..."

"Don't worry too much."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Although the name registered in Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic cannot be changed, it is still okay to use a code name in front of students. This can at least ensure that only the professor in the entire school knows your real name, so that You're immune to trouble from your classmates. Well, Avada Kendavia...how about 'Mr. K'?"

"Sounds good." Avada sighed inwardly - but in this way, wouldn't he become "the person who cannot even be named"?

Born in an orphanage and introduced to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, he has an amazing talent that cannot be mentioned...

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

"This is not bad. If the Sorting Hat knows my real name and gets excited, will it sort me into Azkaban directly?"