Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"Harry? Why are you here? I remember isn't the Gryffindor selection tomorrow?"

Avada blinked, feeling a little confused: he knew that Harry was spotted by Professor McGonagall as a Seeker in the first grade due to his outstanding flying talent, but he didn't even need to participate in the preliminaries anymore? ?

If you do this, what will other players think? How should they cooperate during the game?

Oh, the seeker doesn't need to cooperate with others, that's fine.

"Oh, you don't know yet, I just..."

Harry was about to explain excitedly that he had just been specially approved by Professor McGonagall as Gryffindor's youngest Seeker, and had also received a Nimbus 2000, when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice - "Harry? "

A big boy in a red protective suit walked over with a big box under his arm. He was stunned when he saw Harry talking to someone else: "Is this your friend? Wait, you are that one..."

"Wood."

Avada raised her hand and said hello - they had met when they visited the Weasley twins' tryouts last year.

"Oh, Ken."

Wood finally found the impression of "this person who cannot even be named" in his memory, so he nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Ken, can you please avoid it? We are here..."

"Wood, I think..." Harry was about to retort, but was interrupted by Avada.

"Is there any confidential project? Well, I'll go back first."

Avada smiled. It seemed that Wood wanted to keep Harry's technical level a secret and only reveal it as a secret weapon in the official competition: "See you later, Harry; I also wish you good luck in training, Wood."

It just so happened that after watching the Quidditch match all day long, he already wanted to rest.

After saying goodbye to Harry, who looked a little regretful, he went straight to the auditorium. At this time, dinner time had not passed yet. There were still many people dining in the auditorium, and a large number of them were Slater, who had just finished the trial. Lins. One by one, they started eating on the table before they even had time to change clothes. It looked like they were starving. There was nothing they could do about it, their tryout time happened to be around dinner time.

"Hey Ken!"

Avada turned his head and saw Baron, who was sitting elegantly and slicing steaks, waving to him, so he walked over and sat across from Baron, getting some food and chatting with him.

"I haven't congratulated you yet. You successfully obtained the Seeker position."

"Let's not talk about it. I just heard Draco say that Harry Potter almost broke his neck during flying lessons? You Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors have a good relationship. Do you have any news?"

"...I saw him coming just now. He looked happy and happy, and didn't look like anything was wrong."

Avada hesitated for a while whether to tell Balon the news that the other side had released a magic suit, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it. It would not be too late to wait until the Quidditch match was about to start, so as not to cause trouble.

When Gryffindor versus Slytherin, two junior students ride on the world's top competition broomsticks to compete for the Golden Snitch, the scene must be quite exciting, but Qiu Zhang and Cedric are suffering...

"Um?"

Avada was stunned for a moment, then realized what was wrong: 'Why are all the people who are close to me becoming Seekers? ’

Obviously he thinks the most unreasonable position in Quidditch is the seeker...

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

It wasn't until Baron's arm dangled in front of him that he quickly stopped the little theater in his heart: "Oh, I'm sorry, where were you talking about?"

"Speaking of Draco and Harry..."

Baron had finished his meal and was wiping his mouth: "Then I'll ask Draco earlier. And I always felt that his tone when he said these words to me was not right. It didn't sound like he was frightened or concerned. some type of……"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot!"

He suddenly trembled: "Oh my god, I was so busy talking that I almost forgot something important - Professor Quirrell came just now and asked where you were, and asked me to tell you when I see you and let you go. A trip to his office..."

Avada looked solemn.

'what happened? Why is Voldemort looking for me at this time? ’

‘You can’t just throw me into Lu Wei’s place to explore the way, right? If you count the time, Harry and the others should already know about the existence of the trap door...'

"What's wrong?"

When Baron saw that Avada looked strange, he couldn't help but think of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last semester: "Is there something wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this time? I think his performance in class is not right. How can anyone teach for two weeks and still be nervous in front of students..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Avada shook his head and laughed: "It's just that when I asked him for some advice last time, the questions I asked were a bit tricky and stumped him. He said he would ask me to come over when he had organized his language, but it happened now. "

"Relax. Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, we can't have problems every year, otherwise we won't be able to recruit a professor for this course - I'm leaving first."

"Well, see you later,"

Last semester, it was because he introduced Baron to the Room of Requirement that he accidentally got him involved in Professor Baker's incident. The guy we have to face this time is many times more dangerous than Professor Baker, and the benefits from defeating him are almost zero, so there is no need to let Baron get involved.

In dealing with Voldemort, it was enough to have Dumbledore and other professors, Harry and his two friends who were under the protection spell, and him who knew the original work but still cheated.

Avada rushed back to the dormitory in a hurry and quickly emptied her schoolbag. Only a blank notebook and a shorthand quill were left in it. She took the "Psychodynamics" and related notes in her hand and carried her schoolbag. Arriving on the third floor, I knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

The moment he opened the door, he activated the Occlumency technique and "saw" that Quirrell's body was dominated by a dark golden spiritual force - Voldemort himself was taking charge again.

"Professor Quirrell, are you looking for me?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that after I recommended the book "Psychodynamics" to you, after thinking about it, I felt that the content in it may be too profound for you and may be difficult to master, so I wanted to ask you progress."

"Qi Luo" smiled gently and pulled out the chair for Avada to sit down, as if he was really a gentle and knowledgeable professor.

"Ah, just as it happens, I have indeed accumulated a lot of problems, and I plan to come to you again after I have collected them all, so as not to waste your time..."

"Look here, I took some notes. In terms of the specific meaning of this logical symbol, the phenomenon it describes seems to contain more unknowns and unpredictability..."

While running Occlumency, Avada quietly activated the shorthand quill hidden in his schoolbag and began to record Voldemort's mental power dynamic data - he deliberately placed the schoolbag at the door far away from the desk and returned it to The schoolbag has been specially treated, and the movement of the shorthand quill is inherently small, so it can be protected from Voldemort's discovery to the greatest extent.

"You don't fully understand the content here... No, it should be said that this book does not express it clearly. After all, it is an old book from decades ago. In fact..."

Voldemort glanced through the notes he had taken, nodded with satisfaction, picked up the pen, and explained it carefully to Avada with comments and explanations, which made him feel a little embarrassed - while analyzing you With all my mental power, I am prostituted from you for free, and I am still planning to fuck you... This is not the best way to pluck wool.

But when she turned around and thought about what the person in front of her had done and what she was going to do in the future, the embarrassment in Avada's heart disappeared.

For the sake of yourself and everyone else's peaceful life, it's better to kill this guy as soon as possible. Otherwise, if Voldemort really resurrects and recruits the Death Eaters again, not only will the British wizarding world be in chaos, but the Muggle-born Avada will definitely be the worst targeted group - others don't know about him. Didn't the Department of Mysteries also investigate his ancestral bloodline when they selected him? The Department of Mysteries said he was a Muggle-born, so he was definitely a Muggle-born and there was no way he could run away.