Avada Kedavra

Chapter 1 Avada Kedavra

July 29, 1990, London, Mueller Orphanage.

"As you have heard, Mr. Kendavia, you are also a wizard."

"Now, please tell me, are you willing to go to Hogwarts, learn magic, and join the wizarding world?"

Avada Kendavia sat nervously, an envelope on the table in front of him bearing a large letter H and surrounded by four animals: a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.

At the other end of the table stood a white-haired old man with crescent-shaped glasses, a crooked hooked nose, and a frighteningly long white beard, but with a very kind and benevolent face. He was smiling and looking at the boy in front of him with his azure eyes, waiting for his choice.

Avada Kendavia, however, dared not move an inch.

There was no way around it; in his senses, Albus Dumbledore before him seemed like a magnificent star, shining and ruling over all magic and matter around him like an emperor. Although his face was kind and his mental fluctuations showed that he was indeed very patient at the moment, it still made him feel suffocated.

This was not Dumbledore actively emanating pressure, but rather Avada Kedavra's unique talent, "magical senses."

Avada Kendavia is a transmigrator. After his body and brain have fully developed in this life, and he is able to think clearly, he is shocked to find that he has an extra sense compared to his previous life.

It was a sense that didn't belong to any of the five senses, somewhat similar to the "divine consciousness" described in cultivation novels. Under this sense, the world he "saw" was composed of countless complex lines and color blocks. In addition to the fact that every object in his eyes had a corresponding structure, even places that seemed empty also had lines and color blocks, but they were much simpler, more regular, and more solid.

The only special thing is the human body—under that sense, everyone has two halos of light, one red and one gold, around their body, containing countless incredibly complex structures, while the center is completely blank, as if there are no bones or internal organs.

Gradually, Avada discovered that he seemed to be able to influence the golden aura around him through thought, emotions, language, and body manipulation, controlling its outward extension and generating specific fluctuations that touched and affected the structure of all things in the world. After continuous exploration and experimentation, he successfully found a model structure symbolizing "gravity" and used his golden aura to disassemble it, making a pen float.

The method is very simple: just wave your arms a few times and then say "Yugadim, Leviosa".

He realized then that this was the world of Harry Potter.

As a seasoned fan of the original work, he remembered the incantation of the Levitation Charm perfectly.

The lines and color blocks he perceived were probably what was known as magic. In his perception, the material world floated above the magic, like icebergs on the ocean. The flow of seawater could disturb ice, and seawater and ice could transform into each other; the same principle applied to matter and magic.

His long-term observation revealed the identity of those two rings of red and gold light: they were the life force and spiritual power of the human body.

Then there was the letter that arrived yesterday, and Albus Dumbledore who just visited.

"Of course I'd like to!"

In the end, Avada nodded emphatically and accepted the invitation from Dumbledore.

"very good."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, but then his smile faded. "According to standard procedure, I should take you to Diagon Alley to collect the grants for Muggle-born students and to buy wands and other supplies. However, your situation is a bit special, and I'd like you to come with me elsewhere first."

"Where to?" Avada asked curiously, also wondering what about him made Dumbledore feel special—it couldn't just be because of his outrageous name, could it?

Using the spell "Avada Kedavra" as a name should prevent him from being sent to Azkaban, right?

"Ministry of Magic."

Before Avada could show any surprise, Dumbledore stood up and opened the door. "Relax, there's nothing to be nervous about there. They're just responsible for maintaining basic order in the wizarding world and ensuring it's not discovered by Muggles—people who can't use magic."

"Professor Dumbledore, are you finished talking?"

Upon hearing the door open, a young woman in uniform walked over, looking curiously at the strangely dressed old man.

"The talks went very well. Mr. Kendavia has agreed to attend Hogwarts," Dumbledore replied with a smile. "I'd like to take him on a tour of the school now, and perhaps buy him some school supplies—no need to pack luggage, he'll be back in a bit."

"Very well, Professor Dumbledore." She nodded, then turned her gaze to Avada and smiled, "And best of luck with your studies, little Avada."

"Thank you, Mrs. Green."

Avada smiled and thanked Mrs. Grimm for her blessing, then followed Dumbledore out of the orphanage and onto the main street. After walking for a while and turning a few corners, they entered a quiet alley.

"The feeling of apparition might still be a little hard for you to accept..."

Dumbledore muttered to himself in thought for a moment, then gestured with his hand: "Fox."

A brilliant flash of light burst forth beside Dumbledore, and from it emerged a beautiful, crimson bird—Fawkes the Phoenix.

A hint of surprise flashed in Avada's eyes. The radiance emanating from Fox was not only dazzling, but its internal structure was also countless times more complex than that of humans. After observing it for only a short while, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Grab my arm."

Dumbledore gave the order, and Avada, knowing what was about to happen, gripped Dumbledore's arm tightly. The next moment, his vision was filled with crimson flames.

When the flames died down, the scene before us had completely changed.

Before him lay a magnificent hall, its floor polished to a gleaming dark wooden floor. The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with shimmering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant, high-altitude bulletin board. The four walls were lined with glossy black wooden panels, within which were densely packed gilded fireplaces.

In the center of the foyer was a fountain. In the middle of a circular pool stood a group of pure gold statues. The tallest of them was a noble-looking wizard, holding his wand aloft, pointing it straight to the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dumbledore."

Upon seeing the iconic flame, the Ministry of Magic's receptionist immediately stepped forward and respectfully said, "The Silent Ones of the Department of Mysteries are waiting for you. Please follow me."

"So, Professor Dumbledore, what are we doing here?" Avada asked curiously.

"Take care of the matter concerning your name."

Dumbledore's expression turned serious: "You are not aware that your name has an extremely evil meaning in the wizarding world. Using it as a name is practically a curse. It will cause you all sorts of trouble in the future."

"And according to my investigation, your name seems to come from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a department that specializes in studying all sorts of secrets and the unknown."

"To prevent my students from being used as guinea pigs, there are some things I must figure out myself. That's why I've come to see you in person—generally, the task of guiding students is usually done by professors who have the time."

Avada's pupils contracted.

The Bureau of Mysteries—that's the most mysterious organization in the original stories, researching cutting-edge fields like time and fate. How could a Muggle orphan like myself have anything to do with them?!

(End of this chapter)