Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 105 Time

To reward the students for their outstanding performance, Lockhart announced that get out of class would end early and that no homework would be assigned—which made the students love their already admired professor even more.

However, the first class after the start of the school year usually doesn't come with homework, unless the students perform exceptionally poorly. Therefore, the students who have just returned to Hogwarts have plenty of time to share their holiday experiences, re-experience their wands, or perhaps…

"It's not here either..."

"No……"

Still nothing...

"What the hell?! What's going on?!"

Avada glanced at his watch in the dark, flickering light of the interlayered space—it was already past four in the morning.

After learning from Hagrid that the history of the Chamber of Secrets had not changed at all, he went to see Professor Binns to confirm that the legend of the Chamber of Secrets still existed. He then suspected that the location of the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might have changed, so he took advantage of the night to ride a broomstick and use his magical senses to scan every corner of the school.

In the end, nothing was gained.

"After a sweep, I discovered a bunch of secret passage entrances, and quite a few strange spells. I could practically draw a Marauder's Map myself! But there's still no secret room!"

"The legend remains the same, the history remains the same, only the secret room is gone!"

"Was it Voldemort who killed Myrtle? Did he actually create the Horcrux diary through that killing?"

"Damn, thank goodness we managed to completely control Voldemort's main spirit last semester, otherwise we'd probably be scared to death right now..."

"But the Horcrux Diary has its own consciousness and is a rather unstable factor; we must find a way to check its status..."

"Wait, perhaps I can use technology to attract all the soul fragments using the repentance effect, which would then cause all the Horcruxes to self-destruct?"

Avada's eyes suddenly lit up.

"In that case, even if he launches the Horcrux to the moon, he still won't escape this attack!"

"A sealed room? Let the basilisk or whatever else sleep and die in there!"

Avada suddenly became excited, completely shaking off the weariness of 4 a.m.: "Alchemy can wait, I'll get to researching it later!"

"I already have three Horcruxes, and enough research materials... I'll try to produce results before next year!"

The thought that he still had such a powerful trump card in his hand, and that Dumbledore would cover for him in the Chamber of Secrets attack, suddenly made him feel infinitely more relaxed.

"So, where did the escape room go?"

He became uneasy again.

……

So, in the constant cycle of relaxation and anxiety, Avada stared at the dormitory ceiling with bloodshot eyes, lying there like a corpse from a little after four o'clock until dawn. The distance he rolled around on the bed could circle Hogwarts.

"Are you having trouble sleeping?"

After the bright sunlight woke up the roommates, they were all startled by Avada's scarlet eyes.

"Yeah, of course I'm excited on the first day back to school. I haven't cast any spells for the entire holiday..."

"You look even more like the Mysterious Man now, Lord Food Seeker... even your eyes are red now." Shabi muttered, rubbing her eyes, and the dormitory was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Ever since everyone learned that he had sealed Voldemort away, and that Harry and Baron had revealed that he was the mastermind behind the plan, Avada Kedavra successfully went from being "the one whose name couldn't even be mentioned" to the legitimate "you no full" and "duck lord." The fact that his name was kept secret had always been a topic of conversation, but the involvement of Voldemort immediately created a nuclear fusion-like effect...

Of course, Avada was absolutely certain that the nickname spread so quickly thanks to two redheads.

"My first class today is still fortune telling..."

He gulped down half a bottle of stimulant, which finally made his complexion look better and his eyes less red—he had heard from his seniors that incense would be burning in the divination classroom the whole time, and he didn't want to fall asleep in the first class.

The divination classroom was at the very top of the north tower, and it took Avada nearly ten minutes to climb there after breakfast. The room was a hybrid of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, crammed with at least twenty small round tables, surrounded by printed fabric armchairs and puffy little cushions. Everything in the room was bathed in a hazy red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large, deep red scarves. The whole room was as warm as a winter's bed, making one want to fall asleep immediately, and the pervasive scent of incense greatly amplified this desire.

Along the circular wall were rows of shelves crammed with filthy quill pens, candle stubs, tattered playing cards, countless glittering crystal balls, and a huge pile of teacups. At the very bottom was a fireplace mantel, its flames roaring, upon which sat a large copper teapot, from which the aroma of incense emanated.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Avada couldn't help but hunch his shoulders and rub his hands together, as if it were winter: "I'm about to witness the mysteries of divination..."

"yes."

Baron, standing to the side, nodded with his hands tucked into his sleeves and said, "Divination has always been the most mysterious branch of magic, and it is said to rely heavily on talent, but every true diviner is among the most respected in the entire magical society."

—After heeding Avada's advice and giving up Muggle studies, Baron eventually took a divination course as well.

"Why are you doing with your hands in your pockets?"

"Why are you hunching over?"

"..."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment, then finally resumed their normal sitting posture.

After everyone had arrived and waited for a while, the divination professor, who had arrived late, finally appeared.

"welcome,"

A gentle voice said, "It's so good to finally meet you in the material world."

Professor Sybil Trelawney stepped into the firelight. She was very thin, and a pair of large glasses magnified her eyes several times over, making her look like an insect. She also wore a thin, transparent shawl adorned with many shimmering metallic sequins.

"Welcome to my class. The divination course you've chosen is the most profound of all magic disciplines," she said, shaking her head. "But I must say this upfront—if you don't possess innate insight, I am powerless. In this field, books can only teach you so much..."

As Professor Trelawney delivered her mysterious opening remarks, Avada was rapidly analyzing her mental structure.

"The difference, where is the difference... where is that structure that allows her to see the future..."

"Found it! This is... a thread? A thread made of mental energy? It extends outwards, breaking away from Professor Trelawney's mental body, and connecting to..."

Avada "looked" along the thread—the thread stretched and stretched in the ocean of magic, almost piercing through the magical world. Avada had no choice but to brace himself, even secretly gripping his wand, his eyes unconsciously squinting, desperately trying to see where the thread was going.

And so, his perspective followed the silken threads, extending and extending, from an angle he had never observed before, ever approaching the deepest part of the magical ocean…

Finally, Avada seemed to hear a soft sound. The scenery in her magical senses suddenly changed—

Those structures seemed like magic, yet far more powerful and solid, like the difference between gas and liquid. Countless such forms converged to form a magnificent "river" beyond description. Countless "waves" surged within it, and each time they surged, Avada could see a scene from the real world within it…

He found the time.

(End of this chapter)