Avada Kedavra

Chapter 1 Avada Kedavra

July 29, 1990, London, Muller Orphanage.

"As you have heard, Mr. Kedavra, you are a wizard."

"So now, please tell me, are you willing to go to Hogwarts, study magic, and join the magical world?"

Avada Kedavra sat stiffly, an envelope resting on the table before him. On it was a large letter H, surrounded by a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.

At the other end of the table sat an elderly man with white hair, wearing half-moon spectacles and sporting a crooked, hawk-like nose. His long white beard was intimidating, yet his expression was gentle and kind. He looked at the boy with bright blue eyes, waiting for his choice.

Avada Kedavra, however, dared not move a muscle.

He couldn't help it; through his senses, Albus Dumbledore felt like a magnificent star, shining like an emperor and governing all the magic and matter around him. Even though his expression was kind and his mental fluctuations showed he was truly patient at the moment, the pressure was enough to make the boy gasp for air.

This wasn't a pressure intentionally emitted by Dumbledore, but rather the result of Avada's unique talent: Magic Sense.

Avada Kedavra was a transmigrator. Once his brain had fully developed in this life and he could think clearly, he was astonished to discover he possessed a sense that his previous life lacked.

It was a sense that didn't belong to any of the five, somewhat similar to the "divine sense" described in cultivation novels. Under this perception, he "saw" the world composed of countless complex lines and blocks of color. Beyond the structures corresponding to every object his eyes could see, even places that appeared completely empty held these same lines and blocks, though they were much simpler, more regular, and more solid.

The only exception was the human body—under this perception, every person was surrounded by two halos of light, one red and one gold. These contained countless incredibly complex structures, while the center was completely blank, as if they lacked bones or internal organs.

Gradually, Avada discovered he could influence the golden halo around him through thought, emotion, organizing language, and controlling his body, causing it to extend and generate specific fluctuations that touched and affected the structure of all things. After constant exploration and experimentation, he successfully found the structural model symbolizing "gravity" and used his golden light to dismantle it, causing a pen to float.

The method was simple: just wave his arm a few times and recite, "Wingardium Leviosa."

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

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

The lines and blocks he perceived were likely what was called magic. In his perception, the material world floated atop magic like ice floes on the ocean. The flow of seawater could interfere with the ice, and seawater and ice could transform into one another; the same logic applied to matter and magic.

The two red and golden halos had also revealed their identities through his long-term observation: they were the body's life force and mental power.

And then, there was the letter that arrived yesterday, and the visit from Albus Dumbledore just now.

"Of course I am!"

Ultimately, Avada nodded heavily, accepting this invitation from Dumbledore.

"Very good."

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, but his expression soon sobered. "According to standard procedure, I should have taken you to Diagon Alley to collect the scholarship for Muggle-born students and purchase your wand and other supplies. However, your situation is quite special. I hope you can accompany me somewhere else first."

"Where to?" Avada asked curiously, wondering what made Dumbledore find him special—surely it couldn't be his ridiculous name?

Would he be sent to Azkaban for having the name of the "killing curse"?

"The Ministry of Magic."

Before Avada could show his surprise, Dumbledore stood up and opened the door. "Relax, it's not a place worth being nervous about. They are simply responsible for maintaining the basic order of the magical world and ensuring that the magical world is not discovered by Muggles—that is, people who cannot use magic."

"Professor Dumbledore, are you finished talking?"

Hearing the door open, a young woman in uniform walked over, looking curiously at the oddly dressed old man.

"We had a very good talk. Mr. Kedavra has agreed to attend Hogwarts," Dumbledore replied with a smile. "I would like to take him to visit the school now and perhaps purchase some study supplies—no need to pack luggage, we will be back shortly."

"Very well, Professor Dumbledore." She nodded, then turned her gaze to Avada, smiling. "I wish you success in your future studies, little Avada."

"Thank you, Mrs. Green."

Avada thanked Mrs. Green for her well-wishes with a smile and followed Dumbledore out of the orphanage and onto the street. After walking for a moment and turning a few corners, they entered a secluded alley.

"The feeling of Apparition might still be a bit hard for you to handle..."

Dumbledore muttered, lost in thought for a moment, before raising a hand. "Fawkes."

A brilliant flash of fire erupted beside Dumbledore, and from it emerged a beautiful, crimson-red bird—the phoenix Fawkes.

A flash of shock crossed Avada's eyes; the light radiating from Fawkes was not only dazzling, but the structures contained within were infinitely more complex than those of humans, causing his head to ache after just a brief observation.

"Grab my arm."

Dumbledore instructed. Avada, knowing what was about to happen, gripped Dumbledore's arm tightly. The next moment, his vision was filled with crimson fire.

When the flames dissipated, the scene before him had changed completely.

He stood in a magnificent hall with polished dark wood floors that gleamed. The peacock-blue ceiling was embedded with shimmering golden symbols that constantly moved and changed, like a massive high-altitude bulletin board. The four walls were paneled with dark, polished wood, inlaid with rows upon rows of gilded fireplaces.

In the center of the atrium was a fountain. A group of solid gold statues stood in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest was a noble-looking wizard, holding his wand high, pointing straight at the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

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

Seeing the iconic flash of fire, a Ministry receptionist immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "The Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries are already waiting for you. Please, follow me."

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

"To deal with the matter of your name."

Dumbledore's expression was quite serious. "You aren't aware yet, but your name holds a deeply evil meaning in the magical world. Using this as a name is essentially no different from a curse. It will cause all sorts of trouble in your future life."

"According to my investigation, your name seems to originate from the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, a department dedicated to researching all sorts of secrets and the unknown."

"In order to ensure my student isn't treated as a lab rat, there are some things I must figure out myself. This is also the reason I came to see you in person—normally, the work of guiding students is usually handled by whichever professor is free."

Avada's pupils constricted.

The Department of Mysteries—that was the most mysterious institution in the original work, researching cutting-edge fields like time, space, and fate. How could a Muggle orphan like himself be involved with them?!