Baron Shafik

Chapter 4 Baron Shafik

The next month was absolutely fantastic for Avada.

With the help of the wand and the guidance of the knowledge in the textbook, Avada's understanding and mastery of magic improved rapidly, like a rocket. The magic that was originally chaotic and vague in his eyes became clear and distinct after he learned the knowledge and compared it with the facts.

The entire world of magic has opened its doors to him.

In fact, he had already thoroughly grasped the magical knowledge of first graders during his years of ignorant exploration, and even the knowledge of many higher grades was the same. What he lacked was a systematic sorting and summarization, and the Hogwarts textbooks were undoubtedly the most suitable remedy for him.

As for his current strength...

"Armor for protection."

With a flick of his wand, a transparent barrier emitting a pale blue glow silently appeared before him—a spell that is generally only mastered by fifth-grade students, and even many incompetent adult wizards struggle to use. Yet, relying solely on his memories from his past life and his magical senses, he managed to figure out this magic directly.

In addition, all the spells and transmutations recorded in the first-grade textbook are silent and wandless.

Of course, having both sound and a staff would be more powerful.

However, he does have weaknesses: for example, in the subjects of potions and herbs, he learns very slowly due to the lack of readily available materials for reference, basically relying on rote memorization. Crucially, his memory is rather average; he doesn't have the photographic memory of other transmigrated protagonists…

"Well then, today is the official start of our journey to Hogwarts!"

Suppressing her surging emotions and excitement, Avada said goodbye to her friends and teachers at the orphanage, picked up her luggage, and took a bus to Kingdom Cross Station.

Today is September 1, 1990, which means he is one year older than Harry Potter, the savior. This means his first year of school should go smoothly without any unexpected trouble.

At the same time, it also means more time and more preparation.

There are still five years before Voldemort is resurrected. As a transmigrator who knows all the plot and settings and has a cheat code, how much can he do in five years?

The crown and the vanishing cabinet in the House of Requirement, the secret entrance to the abandoned bathroom, the Gaunt mansion, Peter playing the role of the mouse, the locket under the carpet...

If all goes well and he executes the plan correctly, he is fully confident that he can trap Voldemort in the fountain!

And those who have passed away, those regrets—Lupin, Tonks, Snape, Dumbledore, Fred…

He can save the wizarding world, ravaged by Voldemort, as well as countless fallen warriors and innocent victims!

While he was thinking, he realized that he had arrived between Platform 9 and Platform 10.

"It should be there, the pillar closest to Platform 10..." Avada took out his Hogwarts Express ticket and held it in his hand—according to Dumbledore, this was an authentication that could temporarily open the platform entrance to prevent Muggles from accidentally entering.

When he walked to the platform and was about to enter, he found a family of red-haired people standing in front of him. Several of them were carrying suitcases, and one of them was carrying an owl.

He could guess who these people were even with his knees.

"Watch closely, Ron, I can only demonstrate once."

"It's alright, George, if you didn't teach him, I can demonstrate again."

"After all, you'll be using this knowledge next year, so study it carefully and learn it well."

"Take out your ticket and hold it in your hand, pick up your luggage, and then walk with elegant steps..."

The guy, who was probably George, took an exaggerated, flamenco-like step and disappeared into the pillar.

"See that?" Fred, who was half a head shorter than him, patted the shoulder of the red-haired kid next to him. "If you're feeling a little nervous going in for the first time, you can jog forward like this..."

With a series of deliberately made small, quick footsteps, Fred, along with his luggage, blended into the pillar.

"..."

Avada, standing to the side, was very confused. He had never understood this since he started reading the book: why run if you're afraid of hitting a wall?

Did they think the impact wasn't severe enough?

So, after the Weasleys had all gone inside, he cautiously approached the pillar and poked it with his finger.

Yes, there's no resistance, you can go in.

Only then did he feel relieved enough to step inside. As he watched the scene around him suddenly change, a retro black and red steam train was crawling on the tracks, belching out white steam. Beside it were countless wizards in black robes or freshmen who hadn't had time to change into black robes yet, as well as cats and owls moving among the crowd.

The first few carriages were already packed with students. Some leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, some were playing around in their seats, and some older students, who had been cooped up all summer, were waving their wands and unleashing their magic. There were also unfortunate students buried in their books on their desks. Avada squeezed through the crowd and found an empty compartment near the back of the train. After putting his luggage away, he sat down and, enjoying the peaceful environment, pulled out his potions textbook and continued his intensive study.

However, his peace of mind was soon shattered.

"Is anyone here?"

As the door to the private room was opened, a handsome face with light brown hair peeked in, his voice soft and reserved.

"No, please come in if you'd like to sit down."

Avada shook his head, gesturing for the man to come in.

The man was about to enter when he caught sight of the textbook Avada was holding: "Ah, did I disturb you? I'm so sorry."

"It doesn't matter, there's plenty of time to study later anyway." Avada couldn't help but feel a little fondness for this person, and replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The handsome young boy stepped into the carriage and sat down, extending his hand to Avada: "Baron Shafik, it's a pleasure to travel with you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shafik." Avada shook hands with him. "You can call me K for now."

"ha?"

Baron frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"

"I'm sorry," Avada sighed helplessly, suddenly feeling that the Department of Mysteries' compensation was still too little. "Professor Dumbledore told me to try not to tell anyone my real name. As for what I should be called at school, I still don't know."

By the way, what did Dumbledore change his name to on the student list? It couldn't really be "Mr. K," could it?

"Professor Dumbledore came to see you in person?!"

Baron looked at Avada with a strange expression, then hesitated before asking, "Excuse my intrusion, but your real name isn't 'Voldemort,' is it?"

"It's not that bad..."

Avada's face twitched, and he was about to deny it when he suddenly paused, "What did you just call him?!"

"Oh, perhaps I should call him 'The Mysterious Man' or 'The Dark Lord'?"

Baron scoffed sarcastically, "A disgrace to Slytherin, a coward utterly devoid of honor. What right does he have to command fear for his name? Even back when he was alive, when the curse of that name was still in effect, the Shafik family wouldn't have bothered to utter a peep!"

"The Shafik family?" Avada raised an eyebrow. "One of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans?"

"good."

Baron puffed out his chest and explained, "But don't get me wrong, although the Shafik family is also pure-blooded, we are the purest Slytherins, completely different from Voldemort, that incomprehensible madman!"

"Um..." Avada carefully chose his words, trying not to be offensive, "If I remember correctly, God... well, Voldemort, he was also from Slytherin, wasn't he?"

"That's why I said he's a disgrace to Slytherin!"

Baron seemed a little angry: "Salazar Slytherin founded the school to protect wizards from persecution, to allow them to learn and live safely and happily! And what did Voldemort do? He made the entire wizarding world unstable, with everyone living in fear!"

"And that dog... cough, that despicable 'pure-blood supremacy' theory! The glory of pure-bloods comes from risking their lives to protect wizards and the magical world, not from riding roughshod over them!"

"Who does he think he is, a Slytherin?"

Avada couldn't help but glance at him sideways: according to his theory, it seemed he could expel 90% of the people in Slytherin.

"……All right."

Baron couldn't withstand Avada's questioning gaze and awkwardly turned his head, his face slightly flushed: "My father told me that Slytherin House has become somewhat... distorted, but that's because Slytherin's past glory was too great, allowing those who forgot their mission to lie comfortably in its protection, becoming arrogant and conceited!"

"If those guys do anything outrageous to you in the future, please allow me to apologize to you on their behalf in advance."

As he spoke, Baron suddenly lowered his head, leaned forward, and gave Avada a shallow bow.

Avada was stunned. She hadn't expected Baron to go to such lengths to uphold Slytherin's honor—and he hadn't even been sorted yet!

"There's no need for that..." He reached out to support Baron's shoulder, but was interrupted by a clear voice:

"Excuse me, is there a seat available here... Hey, what's going on here?"

Avada and Baronzi turned to look at the doorway and saw a beautiful Asian girl looking at them curiously.

(End of this chapter)