Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

After Avada returned to the dormitory, she first took out the bottle of deluxe intelligence enhancer given by Baron and took a sip. Then she immediately took out the huge book left by Professor Baker, and at the same time took out a blank Notebook, I started writing and drawing on it.

"Part 3, the essence of Horcrux magic... found, the method of making Horcruxes!"

"There is also the sixth chapter, the experimental record left by the unknown dark wizard when he simplified the Horcrux magic...here it is!"

While quickly switching pages, he opened the notebook directly on the bed, then picked up the pen and started to record his thoughts - each article in the book has a lot of content, and six articles have taken up the entire book. It was nearly a third of the content, so he had a hard time flipping through it.

After a while.

"It seems like it can work!"

Avada raised her head suddenly, and then hit the bedpost firmly, making a muffled thud.

"Hiss... If you use the magic of horcrux creation to extradite the soul into the container, with the pitiful size of Voldemort's main soul, there will be no problem at all! Just find a container with a slightly larger capacity and a stronger one. That's great! Coupled with the Voldemort's mental power data in my hand, I can forcefully extract his soul without even letting Harry destroy Quirrell's body!"

"But there are still two problems. First, the activation of this magic requires preparation time. During this time, Voldemort can still move freely, and with his outrageous escape ability, even if Dumbledore comes, he will not be able to trap him. he……"

"Second, if it is the main soul, even if it has been sealed in a Horcrux, it can still remain conscious and even continue to use mental power to influence magic. Just like last year, Professor Baker was still able to speak outside after being imprisoned in a Horcrux. He can also control space magic... If a dark magic master like Lord Voldemort, who has already created five Horcruxes and has an incomparable understanding of Horcruxes, still has this ability, he may be able to escape by himself!"

"In terms of understanding of Horcruxes, Dumbledore is definitely not as good as Voldemort. I still owe him some time, so no one can guarantee to watch him. And there is no way before destroying all his Horcruxes. Destroy his main soul directly. God, I don’t know how long it will take just the soul fragments in Harry’s body..."

"We have to find a way to silence his soul, or at least his mental power, after being sealed into a Horcrux. But magic that can do this is unheard of. If it can be targeted casually, the Horcrux will not It would be called cutting-edge black magic. According to experimental records, even the poorest quality Horcrux can resist the 'Dementor's Kiss'!"

"Trouble..."

While he was thinking hard, he suddenly felt a heat in his right arm - it was Voldemort calling him.

"Why are you looking for me at this time?"

Avada frowned, put away the giant book and notebook, and quickly went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor and knocked on the door.

"Professor, are you looking for me?"

As soon as she opened the door, Avada saw Quirrell smiling and looking very happy - for the sake of convenience, Voldemort usually did not use his face when calling him, but controlled Quirrell's body. action.

"Have you mastered the Imperius Curse yet?"

He casually asked a question about transporting Azkaban in a conversational tone.

"Well, I can already release it stably, but I can't do the silent spell yet."

"Show me."

Voldemort shook his wand, causing a Grindylow to fly out from Quirrell's teaching tool warehouse and float in front of Avada, waving its slender claws menacingly.

"The soul leaves the body."

As Avada softly recited the incantation, the Grindylow's eyes immediately became distracted. After a few seconds, they regained focus, but with a sense of clarity and rationality that was not like that of a beast. It slowly fell to the ground, turned around, and bowed to Voldemort.

In fact, Avada's Imperius Curse can already be cast silently. He personally cast a spell on the troll two months ago and after observing the specific magic structure, his understanding of the Imperius Curse increased rapidly. During this period, his further research on mental power undoubtedly greatly improved his level. Now he doubted that even if an Auror stood in front of him, he could control it for a short period of time - generally speaking, this was the standard for senior Death Eaters.

Of course, he could only reach this level in spiritual magic. In other aspects, he was left a little behind due to his focus on studying spiritual power.

"very good."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction: "With such a level, you can then participate in some of my plans."

"Can I participate in your plan?"

Avada looked surprised: "Are I going to help you get the thing that can restore your body? Who do I need to control?"

"It's not that... If you want to participate in that matter, you must at least grow to the same level as Quirrell."

Voldemort shook his head - in order to test Avada's learning progress, he often asked Quirrell and Avada to conduct some magic attacks and defenses, and during this period Avada also recognized the gap between himself and the elite wizards: in Without exposing his magic sense prediction ability, it would not take more than three minutes for Quirrell to bring himself down. This was assuming that he kept his hands.

"Then I..."

"But you can help me with another important matter."

Voldemort looked at Avada's slightly disappointed expression with satisfaction and said with a smile: "After a while, I will take you to the Forbidden Forest and hunt a unicorn together."

"Hunting unicorns?!"

Avada was really surprised this time. He couldn't figure out why Voldemort wanted to involve him in this matter: "Do you need the materials from the unicorn? But..."

"But the materials for unicorns are not difficult to buy. Any material store will sell unicorn tail hair, and some will also sell unicorn horns. You want to ask that, right?"

Avada made an astonished expression and nodded.

"But what I need is not those vulgar things..."

Voldemort's smile was a bit weird: "What I need is blood, the blood of unicorns. This is something you can't get in any store, including the black market."

"Why is this?" Avada looked curious.

"Because for ordinary people, drinking unicorn blood will extend their life, but it will also cause strong side effects, making the person who drinks it cursed and half-dead... But the great Voldemort doesn't care about these, those so-called curses It’s as insignificant to me as a gust of wind.”

Avada nodded secretly - as a curse master who can curse a position for more than fifty years with one curse, even himself, Voldemort is qualified to say this. Moreover, in the original book, he was still alive and kicking after drinking unicorn blood, and his resurrection in Harry's fourth grade was equally smooth...

"Do you need an extension of your life?"

He asked with some surprise: "Are you injured?"

"Ha! How is it possible? Who can harm the great Voldemort?"

Voldemort seemed to have completely forgotten why he became like this: "I just need to recover some strength in advance to prepare for the final plan."

"When hunting unicorns, you only need to use the Imperius Curse to control the unicorn after you find it, and make it obedient, without struggling or screaming... and killing it and drinking its blood Quirrell will be responsible for the matter."

"I see."

Avada nodded firmly: "I will definitely do it well!"