Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 306 A Night Visit to Dumbledore

"A magic wand?"

Hibiscus and Krum were taken aback by these words, then subconsciously recalled, "You know... it seems we haven't really used it much?"

Krum recalled hesitantly, "When the three of us were first chosen, he tried to project the schedule using wandless spellcasting, and failed twice in a row. Then, during our meetings in the headmaster's office and the hall, and during the two times he inspected our wands... I really never saw him use a wand!"

"This is indeed illogical. Karkaroff doesn't have a habit of casting spells without a wand. In fact, in the seven years I've been in school, he's always used a wand whenever he needed to use magic in public..."

"And the next day, when Bagman's death was made public, Karkaroff made another projection, and this time he used his wand again!"

Fleur quickly realized what was happening—the three people present were all top-tier young wizards, and their mental strength was naturally quite extraordinary, which was enough for them to easily recall every detail in their memories.

"...Just as I expected."

After receiving confirmation from the other two warriors, Avada leaned on the table and slowly let out a long breath: "This is the cause of Bagman's death."

"cause of death?"

Krum frowned: "What does Karkaroff not using his wand have to do with Bagman's death... wait!"

"A silent killing curse... Could it be...?"

"You can do that?!"

He and Furong were both intelligent people, and they immediately understood Avada's meaning. Then they looked up at Avada in utter astonishment...

"The case is solved."

Avada slumped into the chair behind him, staring blankly at the ceiling: "All the clues have come together—the killer, the motive, the method…not a single one is missing."

"So what do we do now?"

Krum remained silent, head bowed, while Fleur stood up abruptly, her gaze towards Avada serious: "Should we go tell Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxim now?"

"It's best not to."

Avada shook his head: "It's curfew now, after all. Acting on our own would only arouse suspicion. At most, they could only have seen us enter the same room and guess that we'd reached an agreement and were discussing something. But I doubt even they could have predicted that we'd guess the answer so soon—it's only been a few days since Bagman was murdered?"

"And we have to make sure the first referee we see is either Dumbledore or Maxim."

Krum raised his head again, his eyes somewhat vacant: "Most of the professors at Durmstrang have some kind of connection with Karkaroff, otherwise he wouldn't be the principal—anyone could guess what big thing we discovered when the three of us rushed out together..."

"Then tomorrow morning."

Fleur readily agreed: "The sooner the better—we'll go to the Hogwarts train and tell Dumbledore about it first. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, Dumbledore is probably a bit stronger than Mrs. Maxim, so telling him first is the safest option..."

"Alright."

Krum gave a wry smile: "But I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Who isn't?"

Avada shrugged: "But things won't be so tough from now on—once the truth comes out, the British Ministry of Magic will probably get very involved in the investigation. After all, that investigation team was operating under their name, so whether they were secretly bribed or were originally a group of spies, this matter is inextricably linked to Britain..."

……

And so, after a sleepless night...

"Knock knock knock".

A sudden, muffled knocking startled Avada, who was already wide awake. He quickly put on his outer garment and opened the door—standing outside was Fleur, who looked tired, suggesting she hadn't slept much all night. But even so, she couldn't hide the tension in her eyes: "It's time."

"Where's Krum?"

"I'm here."

As they were talking, another door opened, and Krum, his face still damp with water, stepped out: "Shall we set off now?"

"Let's go now, before they can react!"

It's not even five o'clock yet, and most people are probably still asleep or not fully awake, including those who can monitor the Avada Kedavra trio's actions from behind the scenes—and more importantly, the gates of Durmstrang Castle can already be opened.

"Hopefully Dumbledore didn't go out last night."

Before the race started, Fleur muttered one last thing: "Otherwise, we'll probably have to borrow the wands of the Hogwarts students..."

"I hope so."

Avada sighed softly, feeling his heart pounding wildly: "Let's go."

Having said that, he raised his hand and cast a small spell on the soles of his and his two companions' shoes to silence their footsteps, then rushed out with Fleur and Krum...

The basement floor... the lobby... the doors that could already be opened... a biting, icy wind rushed in...

They finally reached the Hogwarts Express, which gave Avada a sense of security.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!"

Avada spotted the massive mass of spiritual energy in the front carriage at a glance. His heart sank, and he immediately ran to the corresponding carriage and knocked on the window—in any case, judging from Dumbledore's mental state, he wasn't asleep either...

"...Ken?"

The curtains inside were quickly drawn back, revealing Dumbledore's old face, which hadn't yet had time to put on his glasses. He glanced at Avada and the others with some surprise, then immediately disappeared through the window.

A few seconds later, the train doors clicked open with a whoosh of exhaust fumes, and Dumbledore, wearing his glasses askew and a nightgown, ran straight into the freezing cold, which was below -10 degrees Celsius. He seemed completely unaffected by the cold, and stared at the three warriors, asking, "Mr. Ken, Mr. Krum, and Miss Delacour... you must have discovered something very important by coming here together at this time."

"...The murderer of Mr. Bagman, Professor."

Fleur and Krum took a step back in unison, handing over the opportunity to speak with Dumbledore entirely to Avada: "We think we've figured out the whole thing!"

"The person who murdered Mr. Bagman was..."

As Avada quickly recounted the clues they had obtained and the deductions of the three warriors, a complete chain of evidence emerged clearly. To his surprise, he discovered that Dumbledore's mental state indicated that, in addition to his surprise, he also experienced a slight sense of joy...

"……I see."

After listening to Avada's account, Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously in reply: "Your idea is likely correct... but if they don't cooperate, it will be difficult for us to obtain the most direct evidence."

"So that's why I came to find you, wasn't it?"

Avada then revealed a slight smile: "In Durmstrang now, I'm afraid only you can get them to obediently 'cooperate'..."

"Ah, there's no need for that."

Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle: "I have a gentler way..."

(End of this chapter)