Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

The content of the third part of the book is a subsidiary report of the second part, which is to study the essence of Horcrux magic based on the phenomenon of "the power of death". After suppressing the discomfort and reading this article, Avada finally understood why Professor Baker said that he "no longer needs to use such an evil method to make Horcruxes."

The so-called "splitting the soul through killing" actually means borrowing the power of death generated at the moment of the victim's death to take away the soul of the deceased and tear off part of his own soul. And since one's own main soul is still protected by spiritual power and vitality, the torn-off soul fragments will not be taken away by the power of death, but will continue to stay in the world.

According to the analysis of the mental power structure, the mental power during the "malicious murder" happened to meet a certain state, making a part of the mental power next to the origin of the soul very weak, and only then was it possible to let another person close enough. The power of death tears apart the soul. This is why the original version of Horcruxes had to be killed with malicious intent, and therefore became the notorious evil magic.

After cracking this principle, as long as a new meditation method is designed, the restriction of "malice" can be directly bypassed, and even the condition of "killing" can be bypassed-theoretically, even if you stand next to a dying person With this meditation method running around him, he can also split his soul through his death power.

After completely reading the third chapter of the book, Avada closed the book directly and did not plan to continue reading for the time being.

The knowledge involved in the book is still a bit difficult for him to understand now. Forcibly studying it would take up too much time and easily affect his main task. Moreover, the content in it also made him sincerely not want to read more. Although he knew rationally that knowledge was innocent and that the guilty researchers were all arrested by Professor Baker, he could not overcome the emotional rejection.

"call……"

Avada took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions. Then she packed her things and left the Room of Requirement. Then she went straight to the kitchen, intending to get some sweets to help her emotions recover - despite the effect of the joy potion. It's better, but that stuff is like alcohol. It's easy to become addicted if you drink too much. Besides, his condition is not that serious...

Then, as usual, he came to the oil painting next to the Hufflepuff common room, and after gently scratching the green pear, the pear chuckled, and then puffed outward, Became a doorknob. Avada turned the handle and pulled outward——

"Be careful and wear gloves!"

"Don't touch the hot syrup directly...it won't feel good if you get stuck on it!"

"Milk! Who has extra milk?"

"There's not enough fruit vinegar... Wait a minute, I'll go over to the barrel and knock some more out."

"Summers, come and take a look, there seems to be something wrong with this oven..."

As soon as Avada opened the door, she saw a lively scene: Hufflepuff students were busy in the kitchen with the house elves, some were carrying materials, and some were making a bunch of bottles and cans. Others are watching the color closely beside the cauldron or oven...

"What are you doing?"

Avada said confused.

"Of course it's Halloween!"

The guy who was about to get jealous in the barrel at the door of the lounge was about to pass by him, and then looked surprised after hearing his question: "Have you forgotten? Tomorrow is Halloween, and we have to prepare a dinner party. Desserts for serving - Although generally this is the job of house elves, Professor Sprout has always allowed students who are interested and have time to make something special and present it on everyone's table... Borrowed one time."

After Avada sidestepped, the man trotted over to the pile of wooden barrels carrying a large bucket, and then knocked on random bucket lids. The next moment, a bucket lid suddenly burst open, spilling out a large amount of light yellow liquid. However, he was restrained in mid-air with his wand, which he had already prepared, and then put it firmly into the bucket. The method of committing the crime was quite similar. skilled.

"Luckily, it's apple cider vinegar."

The man smelled the smell in the bucket and nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned to Avada and asked, "Would you like some? Apple cider vinegar tastes very good on its own."

"…Thank you very much."

Avada used her wand to pick up a ball of vinegar, and without using a cup, she directly broke out a small ball of the suspended vinegar ball and threw it into her mouth like she was in space. The sweet and sour taste immediately jolted him, his energy suddenly lifted a lot, and his bad mood gradually subsided.

"Are you still short of people? Do you need my help?"

"That's great. I just need someone to help me adjust the syrup..."

"Sorry to excuse you, but are you willing to be here?"

Avada turned her head and saw a student who was probably a first-year student standing timidly at the door of the kitchen, poking his head curiously, trying to see what was inside.

"I am, what's wrong?"

He said sorry to the senior who was holding the apple cider vinegar, and then asked the student.

"Professor Quirrell asked me to send a message to you, saying that if you are free now, you should go to his office."

"I know, thank you - would you like some apple cider vinegar?"

…

After the student ran away alive and kicking from the acid, Avada simply threw the last small ball of vinegar into her mouth, and then walked out while thinking about what Quirrell or Voldemort wanted to do with her at this time.

"What happened during Halloween?"

He has not watched "Harry Potter" for twelve years. Even if he still remembers most of the plots and settings, if it is detailed to a monthly timeline, then he can Not sure.

"However, according to the plot line, the first semester is already halfway through, and some important events should have happened, such as Snape being bitten by a dog, such as a troll attack, such as the Quidditch match..."

"But none of this is my turn?"

He shook his head, went to the third floor with confusion, knocked on the door of the Defense Office, and then activated Occlumency.

Crunch——

After a few seconds, the office door slowly opened, revealing Quirrell's gentle smiling face behind him, as well as his mind that was still dominated by Voldemort's dark golden mental power.

"Professor Quirrell, are you looking for me?"

He walked into the office, closed the door behind his back and asked.

"It came quickly."

Voldemort glanced at him approvingly, then pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down as usual: "I came to you this time to ask you to do me a favor."

"A favor for you?"

Avada was shocked, but still asked eagerly: "How can I help you, Professor?"

"Of course."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction - Legilimency was a big drain on his current situation, so after "seeing through" Avada's heart, he hardly used Legilimency on Avada.

Then, he opened the drawer of his desk and took out a small cardboard box, which was only slightly larger than an eraser: "I hope you can put this box in the underground classroom during the Halloween party tomorrow - and keep it hidden. Some, and don’t tell anyone.”

"Why is that, Professor?"

"Isn't it Halloween tomorrow? As a professor, of course I want to create a little surprise for the students." Voldemort smiled: "Of course the surprise must be kept secret, otherwise how can it be called a surprise?"

"I understand, but what will I do after I put this box away tomorrow?"

"Just come back and continue attending the banquet. Don't worry about anything else."

"Understood...anything else, professor?"

"It's okay, you can go back... By the way, I have to tell you that in order to reward you for helping me, in the course after Halloween, I will teach you some more interesting magic, even magic that I have developed exclusively."

"Thank you, Professor!"

Avada left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with a look of surprise on her face, and then looked at the small paper box in her hand with a twisted look on her face. The good mood brought about by the apple cider vinegar disappeared in an instant——

Inside is a sleeping troll.