Chapter 4: Baron Shafik

Chapter 4: Baron Shafik

The next month was a great time for Avada.

With the help of the magic wand and the guidance of the knowledge in the textbooks, Avada's understanding and mastery of magic increased rapidly like a rocket. The magic power that was originally chaotic and vague in his eyes became clear after he learned the knowledge and compared them one by one.

The entire magical world has opened its doors to him.

In fact, he had already mastered all the magic knowledge in the first grade during his ignorant exploration in the past few years, and even a lot of knowledge in the higher grades was the same. What he lacked was a systematic sorting and summarization. The Hogwarts textbooks were undoubtedly the most effective medicine for him.

As for his current strength...

"Protego Totalum"

As the wand shook, a transparent barrier emitting a light blue glow appeared silently in front of him - generally speaking, this was a spell that at least fifth-year students could master, and even many incompetent adult wizards found it difficult to use. However, he relied on his memories of his previous life and his magical senses to figure out this magic directly.

In addition, all the spells and transfiguration spells recorded in the first-year textbooks are now silent and wandless.

Of course, it would be more powerful with incantation and the wand.

However, he still has some shortcomings: for example, in the two subjects; potions and herbs, since there are no ready-made materials as reference, he has to learn them very slowly and basically can only rely on rote memorization. The key is that his memory is still very average, and he does not have the golden finger treatment of other time-traveling protagonists who can remember everything they see...

"Well, today we should officially go to Hogwarts!"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, after saying goodbye to his friends and teachers at the orphanage, Avada picked up his luggage and took a train to Kingdom Cross Station.

Today is September 1st, 1990, which means he is one year older than the savior Harry Potter. This means that he should be able to spend his first year of school peacefully without any extra trouble.

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

There are still five years before Voldemort is resurrected. As a time traveler who knows all the plots and settings and has a golden finger, how much can he do in five years?

The crown and the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement, the entrance to the chamber of secrets in the abandoned bathroom, the old Gaunt house villa, Peter Pettigrew playing the role of a mouse, the locket under the protection of the black...

If nothing unexpected happens and the operation is done properly, he has every confidence that he can trap Voldemort!

Save those who have passed away, regrettably, Lupin, Tonks, Snape, Dumbledore, Fred...

As well as the devastated wizarding world that was ravaged by Voldemort, and the countless sacrificed soldiers and innocent people who died, he could save them all!

While thinking, he found himself between the ninth and tenth platforms.

"It should be there, the pillar closest to Platform 10..." Avada took out the ticket for the Hogwarts Express and held it in his hand - according to Dumbledore, this was a certification that could temporarily open the platform entrance to prevent Muggles from entering by mistake.

But when he walked to the edge of the platform and was about to enter, he found a family of red-haired people standing in front of him. Several of them were holding a suitcase in their hands, and one of them was holding an owl.

He could guess who these people were

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

"It's okay, George. If you didn't teach him, I can demonstrate it again."

"After all, you will be using this knowledge next year, so watch carefully and learn well."

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

The guy, who was probably George, took exaggerated steps like a flamenco dancer, stepped into the pillar, and disappeared.

"Did you see that?" The remaining Fred patted the shoulder of the red-haired kid who was half a head shorter than him and said, "If you feel a little nervous when you go in for the first time, you can jog forward like this..."

With the sound of deliberate small steps, Fred also merged into the stage with his luggage.

"…"

Avada was very confused. He had never understood this since he read the book: Why would he jog if he was afraid of hitting the wall?

Was he thinking the hit was not hard enough?

So, after all the Weasleys had walked in, he carefully approached the pillar and poked it with his finger.

Well, there is no resistance, you can go in.

Then he stepped in with confidence and watched the scene around him suddenly change. A retro black and red steam train was crawling on the track, breathing out white steam. Next to it were countless wizards in black robes or freshmen who had not had time to change into black robes, as well as cats and owls walking among the crowd.

The first few carriages were already packed with students. Some of them leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, some were playing around in their seats, some senior students who had been holding back for a summer vacation were waving their wands and unleashing their magic, and some were unlucky people who were writing furiously on the table.

Avada squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and found an empty compartment near the back of the train. After placing his luggage, he sat down, enjoying the comfortable environment while taking out his potions textbook to continue studying.

But it wasn't long before his peace was broken.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?"

As the door of the box was opened, a handsome face with light brown hair poked his head in, his voice was soft and reserved.

"No, come in if you want to sit."

Avada shook his head and motioned for the man to come in.

The man was about to come in, but he caught a glimpse of the textbook in Avada's hand. "Ah, did I disturb you? I'm so sorry."

"It doesn't matter. There will be plenty of time to study in the future anyway." Avada couldn't help but feel a little fond of this man, so he responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness." The handsome 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 his hand. "You can call me K for now."

"Ha?"

Baron's brows furrowed slightly: "What does this mean?"

"It's a pity." Avada sighed helplessly and suddenly felt that the compensation given by the Department of Mysteries was still too little: "Professor Dumbledore told me to try not to tell my real name to other people. As for what I should be called in school, I don't know yet."

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

"Professor Dumbledore came to you personally?!"

Baron looked at Avada with a strange expression and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, your real name is not 'Voldemort', right?"

"That's not the case..." Avada's face twitched, and he was about to deny it, but he was suddenly stunned: "What did you call him just now?!"

"Oh, maybe I should call him 'You-Know-Who' or 'The Dark Lord'?"

Baron snorted sarcastically, "A disgrace to Slytherin, a coward without any honor, what qualifications does he have to make others fear his name? Not to mention now, even if he was still alive and the name curse was still in effect, the Shafik family would not bother to avoid it in the slightest!"

"The Shafik family?" Avada raised his eyebrows. "One of the twenty-eight sacred families?"

"Good."

Baron couldn't help but straighten his chest and then explained: "But don't get me wrong, although the Shafik family is also pure blood, we are the purest Slytherin, completely different from the unreasonable lunatic like Voldemort!"

"Um..." Avada chose his words carefully, trying not to offend, and asked, "If I remember correctly, God... Okay, Voldemort, he seems to be from Slytherin as well?"

"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 and to allow them to study and live safely and happily! But what about Voldemort? What did he do? He made the entire wizarding world turbulent and everyone is in danger!"

"And that dog... cough, the 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 on their heads and bullying them!"

"What kind of Slytherin is he?"

Avada couldn't help but look sideways: According to his theory, it seemed that 90% of the people in Slytherin House could be expelled from the house.

"...All right."

Baron finally couldn't stand Avada's questioning look. He turned his head awkwardly, his face flushed. "My father told me that the current Slytherin House is a little...changed,..but this is also because Slytherin's previous glory was too great, allowing those who forgot their mission to lie in its shelter without any burden, and become arrogant!"

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

As he spoke, Baron suddenly lowered his head, leaned his body, and bowed slightly to Avada.

Avada was stunned. He didn't expect that Baron would go to such lengths to protect the honor of Slytherin - he hadn't been sorted yet!

"No need to do that..." He reached out and was about to hold Baron's shoulder, but was interrupted by a crisp voice:

"Excuse me, there is still a vacancy here... Hey, what are you doing?"

Avada and Baron turned their heads to look at the door and saw a beautiful Asian girl looking at them curiously.