Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 94 Dumbledore's Gift

"I wonder what kind of waves will be stirred up in the magical society from now on..."

In Hufflepuff's common room, an older student sipped his tea and sighed, "The headmaster's words today could be considered an insult to almost half of England's pure-blood aristocracy, right?"

"Actually, it's alright."

After thinking for a moment, someone responded: "At least the principal acknowledged the historical glory of the pure-bloods, which is equivalent to acknowledging the legitimacy of their current possession of inherited wealth and benefits, without touching their core base."

"Interests are interests, and beliefs are beliefs... They've always considered themselves superior, but now the principal has practically named and insulted them. No wonder they're furious. And don't forget, the majority of the board of directors are from pure-blood families. Heaven knows what they'll think after hearing those words..."

"But speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore, as the headmaster of the only magic school in the country, does seem to have the ability to completely eradicate the theory of bloodlines..."

"What I'm more concerned about is that the mysterious man... oh, now we can call him Voldemort, is actually a half-blood wizard? Will his pure-blood Death Eaters faint upon hearing this news?"

"..."

It was now evening, the year-end party had concluded successfully, and the reporters and Ministry of Magic officials had left. Fortunately, thanks to Dumbledore's bombshell announcement about Voldemort, almost everyone was discussing Tom Riddle and Dumbledore's pronouncements to the entire magical community—so almost no one bothered Avada with any more questions, giving him a rare moment of peace.

Right now, Avada is sitting alone on his bed in his dorm room, idly flipping through a book while anxiously waiting for something...

"What exactly is Professor Dumbledore trying to give me that he would choose such a secretive method for? And he even went so far as to separate the five of us one by one for this purpose..."

Boom!

Suddenly, a crimson flame erupted before him, startling him. Within the fleeting flame, a golden-red feather appeared, slowly drifting down from mid-air…

"It's finally here."

Avada breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to grab the feather. Instantly, his body was engulfed in flames again, as if half of him had evaporated and vanished from the dormitory in an instant. He only felt his vision filled with firelight for a moment, and when the firelight dissipated, what came into view again were the strange furnishings in the headmaster's office and Dumbledore's kind face.

"I've arrived, Professor."

"Um."

Dumbledore nodded and gestured for him to sit down. He waved for two teacups to be moved closer and asked with a casual smile, "How was what I said tonight? Wasn't it quite impactful?"

"It is indeed infectious."

Avada scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "But the problem is, Professor, I'm just a Muggle who's only been in the magical world for less than two years. I haven't seen or experienced any of those things you mentioned about pure-blood theory, discrimination, and prejudice firsthand, so I don't really know anything about them..."

"That means you're very lucky."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Experiencing those things firsthand isn't a good thing. I do hope that more and more people will not grasp the seriousness of my words, which would show that discrimination has been significantly eliminated... Oh, back to the point, look at the gift I've prepared for you."

He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a slightly yellowed book: "This is it."

"This is?"

Avada took the book with a puzzled look—the cover was made of parchment, and it was completely blank, with nothing written on it. Even the simplest bound book was more neat than this…

After Dumbledore nodded, Avada opened the book in front of him and began to read. The text was almost entirely unformatted, with short sentences crammed tightly onto the pages, giving the illusion, if viewed from a distance, that the pages were covered in black ink. But as Avada carefully read each sentence, his expression grew increasingly astonished. Finally, he quickly flipped through the entire book, then looked up at Dumbledore in astonishment:

"This book... is just a table of contents?!"

"That's right."

Dumbledore seemed pleased to see his astonished expression and nodded with a smile.

"sky……"

Avada exclaimed in a low voice, "This book contains at least tens of thousands of titles. Even if each title were just a thick paper, it would be enough to fill this principal's office!"

And if his magical senses weren't mistaken...

"Let me tell you how to use this book."

Dumbledore took the book from him, randomly flipped to a page, and said, "If you want to read any article in this book, you can just tap on the title with your finger like this..."

As he spoke, he lightly touched a title with his fingertip, and the simple book immediately transformed with a "bang" into a much thinner but more exquisite hardcover book, with the title that Dumbledore had just pointed to written in gold lettering on the cover.

"So, this is actually a compressed library?"

"You could say that."

Dumbledore continued his demonstration: "If you want it to turn back into the table of contents, just run your hand along the spine like this..."

With his movement, the hardcover book instantly transformed back into its previous table of contents.

"Oh, right, I also added a useful feature. To prevent the content from being too cluttered and making it difficult to find useful information quickly, I added a magic feature on the cover for quick reference, like this..."

Dumbledore once again stretched out his finger and traced a word on the blank cover—Dragon's Blood.

Then, when he opened the book again, the text had suddenly become several sizes larger, and the spacing had widened considerably, making it much more comfortable to read. What was presented were either titles containing the word "dragon's blood," or sentences in other articles that contained that word…

"Wow, a search engine?"

While inwardly marveling at Dumbledore's forward-thinking ideas, Avada couldn't help but ask, "So... Professor, what exactly is recorded in this book to have such a large amount of content?"

"Oh, you finally asked that question. If you hadn't asked, I would have been tempted to explain it myself..."

Dumbledore was immediately delighted: "These are almost all of my good friend Nicolas Flamel's research notes."

"ha?!"

"He offered to give this to you as a token of his gratitude for your contributions in sealing Voldemort. I also included some of my own research notes in it, and then compiled them into this book."

"To be honest, in Nico and my original plan, the Philosopher's Stone was to be destroyed, which would inevitably lead to the deaths of Nico and his wife. For them, who had lived for 650 years, death was like going to bed after a long day of work, or the beginning of another great adventure... But after hearing about the changes on my end, they changed their minds."

"They decided to continue living, using their knowledge and influence to help me make some positive changes to this magical society... They also wanted to see that kind of future with their own eyes."

"You mean... completely eliminate 'Voldemort'?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"Did Baron and Harry also get a copy of this book, Professor? Can I discuss the issues in it with them?"

No, not at all.

Dumbledore shook his head: "The gifts given to them were something else, though they were all very good and very suitable for them... but to be honest, none of them were as valuable as this book."

"Then why...?"

"The reason I'm giving you this book is based on two guesses. If they're right, they might lead to an unimaginable future; and even if they're wrong, it's okay, there's no harm in having more knowledge."

Dumbledore gave a mysterious smile and lowered his voice: "And you should know the answer to one of the guesses."

"...And what's the other guess, Professor?"

"That's too vague and uncertain; it's more like gambling than guessing... so let's not let you know for now, Ken. Are you satisfied with this gift?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)