Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 148 The Truth Revealed (Part 1)

"How..."

Lockhart shuddered when he saw another Avada Kendavia suddenly appear next to Baron, and looked behind him in horror—there was another Avada Kendavia standing there, who had just put down the unconscious student and picked up his dropped wand, still clutching the black box tightly in his hand.

He was currently half-crouched beside the unconscious student, gently waving his wand to gradually revive her. Then, turning his head, he saw his other self beside Baron and asked with some surprise, "The effect hasn't worn off yet?"

"It should be soon, in a few more minutes..."

The other Avada scratched his head awkwardly and smiled shyly.

"Alright."

He nodded, continuing to maintain the spell, and watched nervously as the student slowly opened his eyes: "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

"able……"

The student slowly moved her lips, her hoarse voice sounding as if she hadn't drunk water for days, but a moment later she still managed a smile: "Finally, there are no more black harassing flies this time. I remember everything that happened these past few days... Thank you."

"Welcome back to Hogwarts."

Avada smiled at her: "Luna Lovegood—you're the hero of this plan."

He patted Luna's shoulder forcefully, then stood up again. Looking at the diary firmly sealed in the anti-curse box, and Lockhart lying motionless on the ground, Avada's lips curled up uncontrollably, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Alright, everyone, it's all over!"

"Baron, could you please call out Professor Snape and everyone else from the Room of Requirement? It's time to share the truth."

"I would be delighted."

Baron laughed heartily, pulled a flying broomstick from his pocket, and dashed out the window. Moments later, a group of people emerged from the stairwell with hurried footsteps—Snape, the Weasley twins, Hermione, Ron, Madam Pomfrey…

"You caught him?"

As soon as Snape saw Avada, he hurriedly asked, and Avada raised the box in his hand: "I have not failed you, Professor."

As he spoke, he poked the box with his wand, and the box immediately became transparent, revealing a black diary shaking inside, as well as a faintly emerging, furious face—this kind of box has the function of peering inside, so that it can be checked at any time and prevent any strange things from being suddenly teleported away.

"You should listen to this too, Tom."

He smiled at the diary: "I would be very disappointed if you, the person in charge, couldn't know the whole plan."

"You're laughing like a villain right now."

George muttered to himself.

"cough."

Avada straightened up, rubbed his face vigorously, and then pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it over: "You can have this back now. Prank over."

"Prank over," Fred replied cheerfully, tapping it with his wand. Avada glanced around at the faces—some surprised, some delighted, some resentful—and smiled again, saying aloud:

"Alright everyone, now I'll recount the whole story. If there's anything wrong, Tom, please correct me immediately."

The box shook violently—Tom couldn't make a sound now.

"Decades ago, during his student days, Voldemort found the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin and, as the heir, opened it, releasing the Basilisk in an attempt to wipe out all Muggle-born students, which led to the death of Moaning Myrtle. To prevent things from escalating, he had to temporarily halt his actions, splitting his soul in two and storing it along with a memory in a diary, all in the hope of one day reopening the Chamber of Secrets and completing his unfinished plan."

"And this diary,"

Avada held up the box in his hand: "It was later entrusted to one of his most trusted Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, for safekeeping."

"It really was him!"

Another Avada exclaimed angrily, "I knew Malfoy was up to something!"

"Alright, Harry, calm down."

Avada chuckled and raised her hand, continuing to explain, "Last summer, when Lucius heard that Voldemort had been completely defeated, he became frightened, afraid that others would discover he still possessed Voldemort's items. So he began selling off his dark magic items and trying to get rid of the diary—but what he didn't know was that the diary had a mind of its own."

"And so, the diary overheard during the Malfoy family's conversation that its original form had been defeated by three students. Greatly shocked, it immediately revealed its capacity for thought, inquiring about Lucius's situation—am I right?"

The box didn't budge.

"Through Lucius, he learned the identities of the three students—an ordinary student who nominally defeated Voldemort at birth but performed rather mediocrely in school, a pure-blooded honor student, and..."

He smiled mysteriously: "A descendant of Gellert Grindelwald."

"What?!"

Everyone present was startled and stared at Avada with utter shock...

"Fake."

Avada rolled her eyes. "I spoke with Lucius once during my first-year summer vacation. There was a little misunderstanding, which led Lucius to mistakenly believe that I was a descendant of Grindelwald. In reality, I'm just an ordinary Muggle."

Many people relaxed, but some still looked thoughtful...

"Okay, continue."

He paused, then continued, "So the diary wondered: 'How could its true form be defeated by three students? Did Dumbledore intervene?'"

"No, if it really was Dumbledore's doing, he would have no reason to deny the credit, nor would he allow his students to become targets of Voldemort's remnants' hatred. So it must have been their doing... But how did they manage to do it?"

"Voldemort is in a state where he cannot be killed directly, and the diary knows this. To capture him, many demanding conditions need to be met—extensive knowledge of the science of the soul, a long and complex preparation in advance, and not being suspected or vigilant until the very last moment, and so on. This is not something that can be done by strength alone, but requires knowledge, intelligence, mentality, and acting skills."

"Under these circumstances, the fact that three students were able to complete such a demanding task can only be explained by one thing..."

"That is, that Grindelwald descendant inherited his predecessor's talent and awakened the power of prophecy."

Avada paused, pleased to see the look of astonishment on Tom Riddle's face, before continuing, "Grindelwald was a renowned master of prophecy, so it's not surprising that his descendants possess the same talent. And this most mysterious and illogical prophetic ability is also the only explanation for where that knowledge and intelligence came from."

"Having figured this out, the diary felt a sense of unease—could the student have foreseen the existence of the locked room, the basilisk, or even himself, thus posing a fatal threat to him?"

"So he made up his mind to find a way to kill that troublesome prophet completely, so that he could keep his secret forever."

"That's why the basilisk only kills me, and ignores everyone else."

"This is the answer I came to when I realized the basilisk only wanted to kill me."

"Am I right, Tom?"

He glanced back at Tom Riddle—his translucent face was now showing signs of pallor.

I got confused while writing and made two chapters of 146. This chapter should be 147. Sorry...

(End of this chapter)