Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 106 Severe Injury!

How magnificent...

This was the only description Avada could make after seeing that unparalleled river.

It is the clockwork of the entire universe, the convergence of all possibilities, driving the eternal motion of all things. All history, present, and future are immersed within it, yet as insignificant as grains of sand. It relentlessly and meticulously advances in a certain "direction," yet gently radiates countless possibilities. It carries magic, it carries matter, it carries the meaning of the existence of all things in the world.

And Avada was now witnessing this grandeur firsthand—an indescribable emotion instantly overwhelmed him; fear, awe, and fervor dispelled all memory and reason. Before such a vast expanse of time, reality—everything in the "material world" that Professor Trelawney spoke of—seemed to have lost its meaning. He only wanted to merge with this great being, to gaze upon and feel it forever…

"No, no, no, what am I thinking?"

After staring blankly at the long river for an unknown amount of time, he gradually regained his senses: "What's the difference between this and being dead...? Life is what gives meaning to everything, and time, no matter how great, is merely the foundation upon which it is built..."

"Don't get carried away any longer. I'm here to uncover the truth about the locked room and the basilisk, and to protect the students. I have other things to do..."

He finally snapped out of his frenzy and began searching for what he wanted over time. But soon, he discovered a new problem—

The "time" he saw was not a simple timeline, but a vast river encompassing all possibilities. And each scene within it was smaller than a grain of sand—in just a glance, he had already seen no fewer than a hundred images of the basilisk.

Some basilisks roam the pipes, attacking students one by one with their deadly eyes; some basilisks are already dead, leaving only skeletons lying quietly in the secret room; some even have their secret rooms collapsed and no longer exist; and the large pot simmering some kind of big chunk of meat may also symbolize some outrageous future...

"What a waste of time! Isn't this just exhaustive search?"

"How do real fortune tellers accurately predict the future? There must be some knowledge I don't understand..."

Avada frowned, then "turned back" to browse through history, hoping to find clues to the secret chamber by following the trajectory of his own destiny...

The future remains countless.

It's not impossible that he could die in the divination class in the next second, not to mention the current state of the basilisk and the secret room.

"Well... how about we follow the original storyline first?"

Avada's "gaze" swept across the river of time, quickly finding the point in time he wanted—one night eleven years ago, when Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid placed Harry Potter at the Dursleys' doorstep.

Then he saw Harry release a boa constrictor, receive a letter from an owl, meet Hagrid, buy stationery in Diagon Alley, and meet Hermione and Ron on the train—without Avada Kendavia.

Avada Kedavra strictly follows the original story's perspective, watching Harry and his friends protect the Philosopher's Stone, kill the Basilisk with the Holy Sword, travel through time to protect Sirius, witness Voldemort's resurrection, the deaths of Sirius and Dumbledore, and finally, Voldemort is completely killed...

"No clues, nothing found..."

Having practically reread Harry Potter within the same timeline, Avada marveled at the wonders of time and fate while secretly regretting his fruitless journey. And as he tried to turn back to find a way out—

The possibility has disappeared.

The once vast and expansive river of time was compressed into an incredibly narrow line—the original timeline. And that line didn't break after Voldemort was defeated; instead, it continued to extend in a certain direction.

"What's going on?!"

He searched around in a panic, but only that thin timeline occupied his vision. Although he could no longer perceive his own form, he still felt a little short of breath, and his mind was immersed in a nameless fear, like a person going upstairs who was suddenly trapped in an elevator with a power outage.

Having confirmed that everything except that line had vanished, he had no choice but to continue along it, hoping to find another way out at the end. His senses followed that lonely line, forward...

……

Suddenly, the eternal silence and solitude were shattered—a colossal and magnificent "sphere," like a star, dominated the horizon. Its surface shone with a pale blue light, yet it was also as crystalline and dazzling as crystal. Halo-like rays of light burst forth from its surface from time to time, transforming into countless pale blue particles that dissipated into nothingness, only to reappear in the void every moment, then gradually approach and merge back into it…

"What is this...?"

In the last instant before Avada's consciousness faded, all that remained in his mind was that fleeting scene and a thought that hadn't yet been fully formed.

"..."

"...Ken?"

"Ken? Ken?"

His long-lost body gradually re-emerged into his senses. He tried to move his fingers, and after a familiar sensation of fabric returned to his mind, he finally opened his eyes completely.

"Well!"

The blinding light suddenly burned his eyes, causing him to hurriedly close them—and in that instant, he seemed to have seen a familiar face.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

He closed his eyes and asked tentatively in a hoarse voice.

"It's me, Ken."

An aged voice responded, tinged with relief: "By Merlin, you have finally awakened. I specifically instructed Madam Pomfrey to notify me immediately upon seeing any students showing signs of waking up..."

"How long was I unconscious?"

"A whole week."

Dumbledore's voice turned serious: "After you fell unconscious, Professor Trelawney cried out that you were trying to offend time and pry into knowledge that was not of life... What exactly happened? Did you see anything?"

"I don't know either, Professor. I..."

He was suddenly stunned—because he saw, under his magical senses, that the center of Dumbledore's mental energy was no longer a magical void, but filled with a pale blue, sparkling, crystal-like substance, with some kind of complex pattern spread throughout its depths, just like a real natural crystal.

"The origin of the soul?!"

Avada felt his heart pounding: 'I can see the essence of the soul?!'

He turned his gaze to himself—and sure enough, the void of magic within his body had been filled by that substance.

The golden spiritual energy surrounding his soul appeared fragmented, as if repeatedly ravaged. Even Voldemort's spiritual energy, thoroughly corrupted by dark magic, was likely far less damaged than his current state. Fortunately, while his mind was slower and his spellcasting power significantly reduced, his memory and cognitive abilities remained intact…

"Was this damage caused after seeing that giant sphere?"

Wait, something's not right...

Why does the texture of my soul's essence look exactly the same as that giant sphere?!

(End of this chapter)