Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 99 Harry on the Train

So for the next period of time, Avada stayed quietly in the orphanage. Apart from chatting with friends, taking care of the younger generation, and exchanging a few letters with his friends at Hogwarts, he devoted himself to studying Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy Notebook.

He was initially worried that it might be too difficult for a complete novice like himself, with no knowledge of alchemy, to directly study the notes of a top master like Nicolas Flamel. However, after careful consideration, he realized that he had completely worried unnecessarily.

Firstly, as Nicolas Flamel's "life's work" notebook, this book naturally includes his bewildered learning records from his early days as a novice. The basic courses from over 600 years ago seem rather simple to Avada now, which not only makes learning easy for him, but also allows him to follow the line of thought of the young Nicolas Flamel and gradually understand the ingenuity and inspiration of a genius, which greatly benefits his learning.

Secondly, he was not actually completely without any foundation in alchemy as he imagined; rather, he had already completed a rather important part of his studies—the book "Psychodynamics."

Since alchemical artifacts are intended for human use, how to integrate them with their masters becomes an unavoidable issue. This leads to the almost universal application of mental power in alchemy. In this regard, Avada can essentially be considered a master…

Thirdly, he was good at choosing his research topics. To better utilize the characteristics of his magical senses, he chose to study the structure of "wands," an alchemical artifact. The wand in his hand undoubtedly became the best reference material, allowing him to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Moreover, the knowledge of wand making mostly involved herbs, potions, magical creatures, and psychic powers, which were almost irrelevant to knowledge such as Niven, which he had not yet learned.

Nicolas Flamel, as one of the world's top alchemists, naturally had a deep understanding of wands and a good relationship with the Ollivander family. In fact, if he wanted to, he could have become the best wand maker in all of France, no less than the Ollivanders, but he simply wasn't that interested in it.

According to the book, Nicolas Flamel did indeed personally craft several powerful wands, none of which could compare to his friend Dumbledore's Old Man Wand, but they were still far superior to ordinary wands.

……

After Voldemort, the final boss, was defeated, everything seemed to return to normal. And so, the students began their uneventful school year, and Avada, equally unremarkable, stumbled into the train station, intending to find an unremarkable compartment to sit in, and then…

"Harry?! Ron?!"

After opening the door to a private room, Avadaden took a few steps back, staring wide-eyed at the person inside—

"Is there a problem?"

Harry blinked innocently and with a look of confusion. "Shouldn't we be on the train? Were we secretly expelled? Or have we actually been killed by Voldemort and are just ghosts now?"

Ron turned and waved in front of Hermione's eyes: "Hermione? Hermione? Can you see me?"

"..."

Hermione rolled her eyes, ignoring her dim-witted friend, and then asked Avada with some confusion, "Yeah, Ken, why are you so surprised?"

"Uh, it's nothing, I just didn't expect you guys to be in such a prominent position..."

Years of honing his acting skills allowed Avada to quickly regain his composure, and he gave an apologetic smile: "Didn't you all used to like sitting in the back... How was your holiday?"

"Fantastic!"

As soon as this topic came up, the three of them were immediately drawn to it, with Harry being particularly excited: "After buying the books in Diagon Alley, I stayed at Ron's house for a while. Uncle Vernon and the others were so happy I left... Their house was amazing!"

"Then congratulations on your further integration into the magical world..."

The group chatted for a while, and finally Avada declined their invitation to stay in the carriage, bidding farewell to the three and leaving. But the instant the compartment door closed, his eyes could no longer conceal the look of surprise and doubt—

"Didn't Dobby go to find Harry? Or stop them outside the station?"

"Why is this happening? Did he not hear Lucius's plan, or did Lucius not bother to clean up the dark magic artifacts at all?"

"But that shouldn't be the case, right? In the original story, Lucius was so frightened by Voldemort's defeat that he immediately sold off his family's hidden Dark Magic artifacts. This time, however, they were directly sealed away, completely eliminating any chance of a comeback. Shouldn't he be even more panicked?"

"Could it be... that the diary never existed at all?!"

"Did I really travel to the wrong world??"

"After all, even the secret room has disappeared, so this kind of thing doesn't seem impossible..."

"Forget it, there's no point in overthinking. Once we get to school, I'll warn Dumbledore first, then take Harry to try and find the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. But if the Chamber has really disappeared, how will we confirm whether the diary still exists?"

Awada felt a chill run down his spine—the unknown dangers were far more frightening than the obvious ones.

As he pondered this with worry, he randomly found an empty private room and sat down, whereupon, as expected, Cedric, Baron, and Qiu arrived...

"What's wrong? You look like you have something on your mind?"

Perhaps because the strangeness in Avada's expression was too obvious, almost everyone asked this question as soon as they came in.

"It's probably nothing."

He rubbed his temples and shook his head: "I just have this bad feeling lately, like something's going to happen next semester..."

Baron's pupils contracted—he knew that Avada possessed precognitive abilities and wouldn't speak recklessly without reason.

In contrast, Cedric and Cho seemed less concerned: "It's probably because you spent a whole year with Voldemort last year, and the pressure was too much. What's it called again... Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"My dad told me about an old Auror in the Ministry of Magic named Moody who was like that. He fought dark wizards his whole life, and even after he retired, he didn't relax at all. He was always suspicious that a dark wizard might jump out from a corner and attack him, and he would test for poison three times before he dared to pick up his utensils..."

"So what is his retirement life like? Will there really be many dark wizards taking revenge on him?" Qiu asked with some curiosity.

"As a result, he hasn't even touched a single hair of a black wizard in the more than ten years since he retired."

Cedric shrugged and turned to Avada, offering words of comfort: "So, what you should do now is relax and enjoy the peaceful life you've earned—even Voldemort has been completely defeated, so who can threaten Hogwarts now?"

Avada sighed: "What I'm worried about is that Voldemort hasn't actually been completely defeated yet..."

"There's even less to worry about in that regard."

Even Baron relaxed now: "He's in Professor Dumbledore's hands; no one can rescue him. Besides, didn't the professor say that Voldemort was completely captured and had no chance of escaping?"

"...I hope I'm just overthinking it."

Avada shook his head and stopped thinking about it—he would do his best to prevent risks.

(End of this chapter)