Hogwarts: My Name is the Unforgivable

At the same time, the Sorting Hat's whispers began to sound out of thin air in his mind.

  "Hmm... Shit! This name!"

Avada's eyes twitched, and he quickly whispered: No Azkaban, no Azkaban..."

"Not going to Azkaban?" The Sorting Hat asked in a tiny voice, "Have you made up your mind? You can do great things, you know, in your mind, Azkaban can help you move towards glory, there is no doubt..."

"What the hell? !" Avada was shocked and angry.

"Haha, just a joke. Who made you so nervous? Don't worry, I don't have the ability to put people into Azkaban, and I won't do anything to you because of your name..."

The Sorting Hat laughed, and then began to analyze seriously.

"You don't seem to be brave, and lack courage and drive. You're hesitant. Gryffindor is not suitable for you..."

"You don't have much ambition, and you don't have much control. Slytherin is not suitable for you either..."

"You are very curious, have a strong desire for knowledge, and have your own set of logical thinking..."

 "You are kind-hearted, hardworking and down-to-earth. You cherish friendship and reputation. You seem to like cooking..."

"Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose..."

Avada's face trembled again, and he wanted to ask what happened.

The Sorting Hat hesitated for three minutes before he shouted with difficulty: "Then... Hufflepuff!"

  "Not bad. "

Avada smiled slightly. This was pretty much what he expected.

So he stood up and walked to the Hufflepuff table amid cheers and applause. He chose a seat at the back and sat down next to a handsome young brown-haired wizard.

"Cedric Diggory, second year, nice to meet you, Ken." The boy named Cedric smiled and extended his hand to Avada.

Avada returned the greeting and shook hands. He understood that this was Cedric Diggory, the only face of Hufflepuff in the original book, the man who died tragically at the hands of Voldemort and then reincarnated as a vampire and finally became Batman.

But this time, with him here, he wouldn't die.

"Would you mind telling me?" Just as he was thinking, Cedric poked Avada and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with your name? Why doesn't even the professor read out your full name?"

"I'm sorry." Avada smiled bitterly, "Professor Dumbledore told me not to reveal my name to others easily."

  "Professor Dumbledore? ! "

Cedric's reaction was exactly the same as Baron and Qiu's: "Okay, then I'll tell others later and ask them not to ask your name. But don't worry, it won't affect your life in Hufflepuff, no one will care about it."

  "Thank you." Avada said gratefully.

As the two were talking, the sorting ceremony came to an end. After the last freshman was sorted into Ravenclaw, Dumbledore stood up, stretched out his arms to the students with joy, and smiled very happily.

"Welcome everyone! Welcome to Hogwarts!"

"I know everyone must be hungry and can't wait to have a big meal. But I'm sorry, before the meal starts, I have a very important announcement. That is, I want to welcome this year's new professor to join our team."

He turned around and looked at someone in the teacher's seat, motioned for him to stand up, and then continued:

"Professor Benjamin Baker will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He is a director of the International League for Defense Against the Dark Arts. In his early years, he had adventured in Greece, Eastern Europe and Africa, defeated countless dark wizards and dark creatures, and has extremely rich experience in dealing with dark magic. I believe that under his guidance, your level of defense against the dark arts will be greatly improved."

In the teacher's seat, a handsome man who looked to be in his thirties or forties stood up with a smile amid applause and waved to the students. He was tall and thin, and looked gentle and refined, like a gentleman, without any sign of having experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Well, now I only have three words to say." Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand, looking at the students: "Let's eat! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally empty dinner plate was instantly filled with all kinds of food, emitting a warm aroma. The dishes were so diverse that even Avada, who had lived two lives, couldn't recognize them all. British food, Italian food, French food, Turkish food, Russian food, and even some standard-looking Chinese and Japanese food...

But think about it, with the pitiful number of British main courses, it is really difficult to support a large banquet, so the desserts after the meal are acceptable.   

  "Wow!"

Someone exclaimed loudly, but it was not because of the sudden appearance of delicious food - dozens of translucent, pearly white ghosts suddenly appeared from the walls and under the tables, floating in the hall with different expressions.

  "Hey, freshmen?"

A chubby monk passed by Avada and a group of Hufflepuff freshmen: "Welcome to Hufflepuff, and I wish you a happy study and life in the next seven years."

  "Thank you, may I ask who you are..."

"This is the fat monk, the ghost of Hufflepuff College." A sturdy student who looked like a rugby player explained: "He was a clergyman when he was alive. But later, the senior clergy suspected that his method of treating smallpox was just to poke farmers with a stick, and he was always used to conjuring rabbits from the chalice, so he was finally executed." "

Well, there is no need to mention the past, Truman." The fat monk said dissatisfiedly.

  Cedric also added: "Hufflepuff's History of Magic basically relies on him for tutoring. After all, Professor Binns' class is really..."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of food he had never seen before with a fork and tasted it, then exclaimed: "What is this? It tastes great and novel!"

Avada recognized the dish at a glance, then tasted a piece and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's Chinese roast goose, and it tastes pretty authentic."

"It seems that the kitchen elves have expanded their menu a lot." Cedric couldn't help but fork another piece and put it in his mouth. After swallowing it, he smacked his lips with satisfaction: "The food at the start-of-term banquet is usually the most abundant in the year, and there will be all kinds of dishes that are not common in normal times. I don't know when I can eat this kind of... uh, roast goose again?"

"If you are really greedy, you can try to get along with Qiu, the Chinese girl who was just sorted into Ravenclaw." Avada was dealing with a piece of chicken pie and suggested: "I talked to her about it on the train. Her family used to be from Jiangnan. Maybe she can cook this dish."

After saying that, he suddenly froze for a moment.

In the original book, Cedric and Qiu seemed to be a couple?

If what he said just now really contributed to the relationship between Cedric and Qiu, then was it a coincidence or the so-called fate? Just like Trelawney's prophecy?

When everyone had filled their stomachs, the remaining food disappeared from the plates in an instant, and the plates and knives and forks became clean again. Dumbledore stood up again, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"I think everyone is full now, and I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few points of attention."

"First-year students, please note that students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. In addition, the administrator Mr. Filch also asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks."

"Also, the review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team, please contact Madam Hooch."

  "Then finally..."

Avada keenly noticed that the professors' faces trembled.

"Before going to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore waved his hand happily, and rows of glowing lyrics appeared in the air: "Everyone chooses the tune they like, ready - sing!"

That night, Avada saw what it means to be a group of demons dancing.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge~"

"Whether we are bald old men or children with broken knees~"

"Our minds can accept some interesting things, because now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivialities~"

"Teach us some valuable knowledge, and give us back what we have forgotten~"

"You just need to do your best, and leave the rest to us. We will study hard until we turn into dung..."

Wait, which little bastard used the tune of the Ilvermorny school song? !