Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 90 is finished... what a joke!

Until he entered the headmaster's office, Avada's head was still spinning—the sheer joy of escaping death and finding a way out had overwhelmed him, leaving him swaying as if drunk, walking on clouds. Ron's exclamation and Hermione's ear-piercing scream passed by like a breeze, almost imperceptible to him…

That's Voldemort, the big boss who appears in seven books... and he's coming to an end like this?

That's it? The magical world has truly entered a period of peace?

From the anticipation when he started designing it, to the tension when facing Voldemort, to the shock and frustration when he saw Voldemort cut off his tail to escape, and then to the ecstasy when Dumbledore descended from the sky... Avada's emotions had never changed so drastically in his two lifetimes!

It's safe now, everything's safe... The friends in the orphanage will no longer be persecuted, Dumbledore won't have to wear the ring, Fred, Lupin, and Tonks won't die on the battlefield, Snape won't be bitten to death by Nagini, Cedric and Sirius won't be hit by the Killing Curse, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor won't have to be replaced so frequently...

Oh, by the way, if Voldemort's death is equivalent to breaking the curse on the Defense Against the Law professorship, will Lockhart still be the professor next year? If so, wouldn't he be able to stay in that position for a long time?

Oh, wait, I'm thinking too soon. Voldemort isn't dead yet...

"Ken? Ken?"

Suddenly, a shake on his shoulder pulled him from his cloud of thoughts, bringing him back to reality—he, Baron, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now standing in Dumbledore's office. The grey smoke in Dumbledore's hand was being placed into a small bottle, its walls engraved with dense, silvery-white runes. And the black crystal ball was still clutched in his hands…

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, I..."

He then realized that he had been laughing like an idiot the whole time, so he quickly apologized.

"Perhaps I should give myself some time to process these emotions..."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and chuckled, "To be honest, I'm even rambling a bit now—but Ken, could you please hand me that crystal ball?"

"Although Voldemort has been completely sealed away, that doesn't mean he's dead. As long as he's alive, there's still the possibility of him making a comeback, just like he did eleven years ago... So I must figure out a way to keep him alive and then completely eliminate him."

When this was mentioned, a hint of seriousness appeared in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Yeah, if those hidden Death Eaters knew about this, they'd go crazy trying to sneak in and rescue him. There might even be guys in the school with similar ideas, like Malfoy..."

Ron nodded and asked Dumbledore, "But Professor, where should we hide his soul this time? Should we keep it in the fourth-floor corridor and protect it with even more sophisticated mechanisms? Like the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Pfft, haha..."

Ron was surprised to hear Avada Kedavra and Baron burst out laughing after he asked his question. Hermione stared at him with the look of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, and even his good friend Harry looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't...

"It's not your fault, Ron, after all, you weren't involved in the final stages..."

Avada placed the crystal ball on the desk, turned around, and explained with a smile, "Guess what the safest place in the whole school is?"

"This must be the fourth-floor corridor, right? There are so many traps and magic..."

"It's Dumbledore's pocket!"

Hermione, looking exasperated, tapped Ron on the head: "If Dumbledore wants to protect something, the best way is to carry it with him at all times, because no one can take it from him!"

"..."

Ron blinked, his mind racing for a moment before he finally understood, then exclaimed in surprise, "So, the Philosopher's Stone was a trap? Specifically designed to lure Voldemort and then capture him like this?!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Granger."

Dumbledore chuckled and nodded. "To be honest, this is somewhat different from my original plan, and judging from the current situation, my original intention is almost impossible to succeed... I also received some unexpected help to get to this point."

"Unexpected help?"

Even Harry and Hermione were curious this time: "Professor, wasn't this your original plan?"

"That person didn't want to show himself, so I didn't press him... But, aside from the Philosopher's Stone, almost all the magic and traps used against Voldemort were provided by that gentleman..."

"certainly,"

Dumbledore smiled at the shocked looks on Harry and his friends' faces: "We also have to thank Mr. Ken and Mr. Shafik for their courage, determination, and wisdom, which enabled us to put the plan on paper into practice and bring Voldemort to justice. It's no exaggeration to say that you changed the wizarding world."

"But he still almost got away."

Avada, having recovered from his initial elation, was now filled with lingering fear: "Thank goodness you caught him in the end, Professor, otherwise who knows what he would have caused if he had escaped..."

"And we also used some unsavory methods," Baron sighed as well.

"You've done enough."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, seemingly pleased to see that Avada and Baron hadn't become complacent: "If I, as the headmaster, can't do anything, wouldn't that mean I'm useless? How then can I protect the school, protect my students?"

"And thanks to the coincidence of fate—that adventurer was also a prophet, able to see that the hope of defeating Voldemort actually lay in Ken; and Ken happened to have been lurking around Voldemort all along, which gave Voldemort complete trust; and coincidentally, his friend Mr. Shafik had a crystal ball at home that could act as a container..."

"Looking back now, it all seems too coincidental to be a coincidence."

Avada swallowed.

"By the way, Mr. Shafik, this crystal ball is an artifact of your family, isn't it? I'm sorry, I have to keep it for a while... But don't worry, I will return it as soon as Voldemort is completely defeated."

Baron swallowed hard.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter further. Instead, he looked at the five of them and said, "Well then, let's leave it at that for now. But please don't make too much of a fuss about it—after all, exams are coming up soon. It's fine for students in other years, but fifth and seventh year students can't afford to be distracted by this..."

He then smiled mischievously, "But I can tell you in advance that your awards will be presented at the year-end banquet, and as for what honors you will receive... I'll keep you in suspense for now."

"Oh my god, it's almost 2 a.m. You guys better hurry back to sleep, or you won't have any energy the next day..."

Dumbledore turned to look at his watch, then feigned surprise and said to the group.

"Wait, Professor."

Before leaving, Harry suddenly turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Can I ask you a few questions in private? There are still many things I don't understand..."

"Of course, Harry."

Dumbledore chuckled and nodded, then slapped his forehead: "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, to express my gratitude, please come to my office after the year-end party. I'd like to give you some gifts in my personal capacity..."

(End of this chapter)