Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Where is the Break the Cauldron Bar in Chapter 97?

"[Third-grade students need: ...]"

"[Standard Spells, Level Three, by Miranda Gossack]"

"[From *Breaking Up with the Ghost*, by Gilderoy Lockhart]"

"[From *Wandering with Ghouls*, by Gilderoy Lockhart]"

"[From 'A Vacation with a Mother Demon,' by Gilderoy Lockhart]"

"[Walking with Trolls, by Gilderoy Lockhart]"

"【From *Sailing with Vampires*, by Gilderoy Lockhart】"

"【From *Wandering with Werewolves*, by Gilderoy Lockhart】"

"【A Year with the Yeti of Tibet, by Gilderoy Lockhart…】"

"Alright, it really is Gilderoy Lockhart."

Looking at the book list that had just arrived, Avada rubbed his temples. "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is basically a waste of time... although it wouldn't have meant much to me anyway."

—Having undergone Professor Beck's rigorous training, possessing magical precognitive abilities, and participating in numerous fierce battles, Avada Kedavra's combat skills far surpass those of his peers, even with only average athletic talent. His achievement in capturing Voldemort further qualifies him for the title of Defense Against the Dark Arts Master. It's estimated that the Defense Against the Dark Arts will send him an invitation as soon as he graduates.

"But since it's a nationwide bestseller, and even Professor Baker praised his book, then at least there's some real substance in it. That makes sense, since it's plagiarized from other masters, buying it isn't a complete waste; he'll get caught eventually anyway..."

He glanced at the Lockhart series on the book list, its price nearly half that of the other books, and grimaced before continuing to read the following content...

"In addition to the seven compulsory courses, third-year students should also choose at least three courses from five options: Conservation of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Divination, and Arithmetic. After deciding on your elective courses, please purchase the relevant textbooks listed below and submit your application after the start of the school year..."

"Let's stick to the original plan."

Avada pondered for a moment as he looked at the densely packed names on the book list, then quickly picked up a pen and began to check them off—divination, magical creature protection, and ancient runes.

He had originally planned to take as few elective courses as possible, so he only chose three, which was the bare minimum. After all, he needed time to study other things: Horcruxes, Professor Baker's books, and the newly added Nicolas Flamel research notes... The energy he spent on these extracurricular things had long exceeded that of the courses themselves.

The reason for choosing those three courses was to aid his research—ancient runes were one of the prerequisites for advanced alchemy; the course on protecting magical creatures would allow him to systematically understand the structure of magical creatures, which would be helpful for his upcoming research on Thestrals…

Choosing to consult the oracle was a decision he made after much deliberation.

He knew perfectly well that he was not a born prophet, so theoretically, choosing to study divination was just a waste of time—but his magical senses didn't think so.

Once he enters the divination class, he can directly face Trelawney, a seemingly unreliable but actually very skilled diviner, and then he will have the opportunity to glimpse the true secrets of divination from her unique magical structure!

He didn't intend to miss this opportunity.

As for the two courses he didn't get, they were really meaningless to him. Muggle Studies was practically a waste of time, barely worth listening to for fun; and Avada's assessment of arithmetic divination was that it would be better to go to a Muggle university to study mathematical modeling.

"...Then let's leave it at that."

Avada tucked the book list into his pocket and picked up the suitcase containing his wand: "Time to go to Diagon Alley!"

"..."

"..."

"hiss……"

He suddenly realized a very serious problem.

No one had ever told him how to get to Diagon Alley.

—Dumbledore Apparated him directly into Diagon Alley the first year, and he was teleported there using the fireplace in Shafiq Manor the second year. And his letters to the supply store to buy things were just simple correspondence...

So now he doesn't even know where the Break the Cauldron is.

He could simply Apparate to Diagon Alley. But if he did that without being caught, it would be a disaster—using Apparate without a license and removing wand threads without authorization would be enough to keep him in Azkaban for a while.

"...Alright then."

So he had no choice but to carry his suitcase and hitchhike to a place far from the city, almost a deserted place, before finally pulling out his wand and raising it...

boom! !

A moment later, a bright purple three-decker bus appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a loud bang and a screeching of brakes, in the open space in front of Avada. On the windshield, gold lettering read: Knight Bus.

Then, a ticket seller in a purple uniform jumped off the bus, flashing Avada a professional smile: "Welcome aboard the Knight Bus—an emergency transport for wizards in distress. Just extend your wand-wielding hand, board the bus, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My name is Stan Sampak, and I'm the ticket seller. At your service!"

Stan Sampak looked quite young, probably a recent graduate. He had large, protruding ears and a few pimples on his face. After finishing his speech, he noticed that this time the passenger seemed a little different, so he curiously glanced at Avada and raised an eyebrow: "A student?"

"Yes, that's right."

"You don't look like you're in trouble?" He looked at Avada with some suspicion. "Did you sneak out of a Muggle family?"

"No, I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the new semester."

Avada answered patiently.

"Taking the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley?!"

Stan Sampark repeated in surprise, then frowned: "The Leaky Cauldron is less than five miles from here!"

"I think I know. But that's the dilemma I'm facing now—I don't know exactly where the Leaky Cauldron is."

"..."

Stan Sampak remained silent for a long time, and judging from his mental state, he was probably wondering if Stan was a foreign fugitive who had disguised himself as a student using compound decoctions.

"Stop guessing, I really don't know... The two times I went to Diagon Alley the last time, I was either Apparated there or I was taken there by a fireplace... Since I enrolled, no one has ever told me exactly where it is in London."

Sampark's cheek twitched a few times: "Then the professor who guided you to school was negligent... How could he be so reckless? He must be a new recruit, right? Could he be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from back then? No, the school usually doesn't assign them to guide Muggle-born freshmen..."

Avada: ...

Sometimes, experienced users are like that. They get used to using more advanced and convenient methods and subconsciously abandon the most basic ones, forgetting that the newbies they're mentoring need the right approach...

By the way, does Dumbledore remember which bricks you need to knock on to enter Diagon Alley?

Seeing that Sampak was about to continue rambling on, Avada quickly coughed to interrupt him: "So, how much is the fare to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Two Wests are possible."

Sampak also came to his senses: "Adding three scissors would get you a chocolate bar, adding another scissors might get you a hot water bottle and a toothbrush... Oh, you don't seem to need those, anyway, it'll only take a few seconds."

"..."

(End of this chapter)