Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"call……"

Avada had lifted the illusion spell before running up to the eighth floor. She took a few breaths when she came to the stone beast. The clothes behind her back were soaked with sweat at some point.

"Oh my god, it's so exciting..."

Using Occlumency to deceive the once all-powerful Dark Lord feels like walking on a tightrope on a cliff. Every step must be taken carefully, every camouflage of mental fluctuations must be handled extremely well, and the control of facial expressions and micro-movements is even more detailed. details... But in the end, his Occlumency and acting skills were superior, and he successfully gained Voldemort's trust.

But absolute trust is impossible. Voldemort has always trusted only himself and regarded his servants as tools.

While wiping cold sweat, Avada walked up to the stone beast and tentatively said: "Zi Zi Bee Candy."

The stone beast remained motionless.

"Lemon grapefruit tea?"

"Pile of cockroaches?"

"Chocolate frog?"

"Butterbeer?"

"Mint ice cream?"

"...Don't try."

The stone beast rolled its eyes and said, "The dessert this time is imported from abroad, and the name is a rather remote Italian."

Avada:…

"Okay, in the worst case, I'll go find another professor and ask."

Avada turned to knock on the door of the Head of Ravenclaw's office - Flitwick's office was on the same floor as the Headmaster's office.

"etc."

The stone beast suddenly stopped Avada and said with a strange expression: "Dumbledore allows you to go in."

After saying that, it jumped to the side, and the wall behind it slowly opened, revealing an upward stairway.

'Dumbledore knew I was coming? what happened? ’

Avada was startled, thinking about whether he had been exposed at some point - but whether it was releasing the troll or casting the Imperius Curse on the troll, he had been using his magic senses to alert the surroundings, and he had not found anything. With the extra vitality and mental power, he even used the Disillusionment Curse to bypass those oil paintings.

While thinking worriedly, he stepped up the spiral staircase, finally came to a wooden door, and knocked hard.

"Please come in."

An old and gentle voice came through the door. Avada took a deep breath, then turned the door handle and pushed open the door, stepping into the principal's office for the first time since entering the school.

It was a large, beautiful round room filled with all kinds of funny little sounds. A number of curious pieces of silverware were placed on a table on spindly legs facing the door, spinning and puffing out small puffs of smoke. The surrounding walls were covered with portraits of old principals, snoring gently in their respective frames. It was not clear whether they were really asleep or pretending.

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the scabbard of Gryffindor's holy sword... no, the Sorting Hat.

On a perch next to the Sorting Hat, there stood a beautiful fiery red bird, which was Fox, the phoenix he had met once before.

Avada couldn't help but look at Fox a few more times - after optimizing his talents and acquiring a lot of magic knowledge, Fox's vitality and spiritual power seemed to be traceable in his magic senses, although it was still difficult to understand for a while. , but it is still progress.

"How about it? Do you think Fox is a little younger?"

Dumbledore behind the desk pushed his half-moon eyes and said with a smile: "After taking you to the Ministry of Magic a year ago, it has experienced another nirvana - this is a unique phoenix. Some life journeys are equivalent to resetting one’s own life.”

"cough."

Only then did Avada realize that she was so busy looking at the Phoenix that she almost forgot to find Dumbledore and have something else to do. However, he did not tell Voldemort directly, but asked first: "Professor, how did you know that I was coming to see you?"

"Haha, not only do I know you are coming to me, but I also know the reason why you are coming to me."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Are you here about Professor Quirrell?"

"You know?!"

Avada's pupils shrank, and if he hadn't noticed that Dumbledore hadn't used Legilimency on him, he almost couldn't help but use Occlumency.

"Although I don't know what happened between you and Quirrell, I at least know that you have been a little too close to Quirrell in the past month or so - you will go to Quirrell's office for more than an hour every weekend. , I can still know this as the principal."

"And I happen to know that there are some suspicious things in Quirrell, and I happen to know that you possess extraordinary talents. And for a little guy with outstanding talents like you, those things that are quite suspicious in the eyes of an old man like me, It may have extraordinary appeal...so I have been paying attention to your movements recently."

Avada:…

Well, he missed this point and forgot that the headmaster has the power to monitor the situation in the school through the ubiquitous paintings at Hogwarts. Going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a small talk every weekend was within the scope of normal teaching, so he didn't take any precautions.

"Not just about Quirrell, but about me, Professor."

Avada looked into Dumbledore's eyes and said with some difficulty: "The troll today...may have been released by me."

"Go on, don't worry."

Dumbledore gave him an encouraging smile.

"Yesterday afternoon, Quirrell suddenly called me over and gave me a small cardboard box to put in the basement classroom during the Halloween party. He said he wanted to create a little surprise..."

Avada spoke slowly, telling the whole story about how Voldemort entrusted him with releasing the troll - of course, the part about the Imperius Curse was not included.

"...I remembered the task he gave me on the way back to the dormitory to prepare the uplifting potion, so I turned a corner and went to the underground classroom. After placing the cardboard box on the ground, I went back to the dormitory to prepare the potion..."

"When I learned that trolls had attacked the underground classroom, my first reaction was the small cardboard box - I had heard of the Traceless Stretching Spell, and then I immediately went to Quirrell's office to confront him, and the result, the result... "

He adjusted his breathing with fear on his face, and then spoke slowly: "In the end, he took off his turban in front of me, revealing a face on the back of his head - that face claimed to be Voldemort!"

"oh?"

A look of surprise finally appeared on Dumbledore's face: "Did he sneak in this way?"

"Professor, you knew this all along?"

"Of course I know... In fact, I have been trying to find out where he is hiding, but I didn't expect that you would know it first."

"Then why don't you..."

"I have my plan, and I can make sure he can't hurt anyone. Don't underestimate the wisdom of the elderly, Ken."

Dumbledore smiled, and then his face became serious: "If I guessed correctly, did he threaten you after revealing his true face and tell you how evil and insidious I am? If I knew that you had studied with Voldemort, what would you do? If you follow his instructions and release the troll, you will be expelled from school, imprisoned in Azkaban, or even something worse?"

"...That's right."

"But you came to me anyway and told me everything."

Avada nodded silently - mainly because he was a little embarrassed to admit directly that the thickness of his face still needs to be improved.

"Thanks."

Dumbledore stood up and solemnly said to Avada: "Thank you for trusting me. This has allowed me to obtain very important information. Perhaps your trust can change everyone's destiny."

"Not everyone can remain rational under Voldemort's temptation, not to mention that he also deceived you before... I think it must have taken a lot of courage for you to trust me."

"..."

"Besides that, I also want to entrust you with something."

"What is it, Professor?"

"I would like to ask you to pretend that nothing happened, continue to contact Quirrell as usual, and don't let him see any flaws." Dumbledore showed a hesitant look on his face: "I know that dealing with Voldemort is not easy. It should be handed over to a student, but you and I have no choice at the moment..."

"I know."

Avada nodded solemnly: "If I behave abnormally after tonight, I'm afraid he will immediately suspect that I told you the matter, and then directly kill me and escape from Hogwarts at all costs. "

"I will continue to take classes with him as usual, pretending to have surrendered to him without revealing any flaws."

"……Thanks."

After a long moment of silence, Dumbledore looked into Avada's eyes again and thanked her seriously.

"To thank you for your trust and help, I would like to reward Hufflepuff thirty points." Dumbledore sat down again and looked at Avada with a smile again: "And please don't worry, there is no People will blame you for what happened to the troll, and you are a victim in this too."

"Okay, it's almost curfew time. If you don't rush back soon, I'm afraid you'll be caught by Filch, and I'll have to explain to him again... Do you want some candy? Italy Served on the side, it tastes pretty good.”

…

Until the end, Dumbledore did not ask why Avada could arouse Voldemort's interest, and why Voldemort revealed his true face so easily in front of him.