Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The picture shows a place that looks a bit old, and the bricks on the ground are all broken.

Cyrus' perspective was very low at the moment, as if he was lying on the ground and looking up. Following this gaze, he saw the ugly Pettigrew, and also saw the evil Voldemort.

He knew immediately that this was what Harry was seeing.

"Is it because Harry is in a violent mood swing at the moment, which affects me?" Cyrus thought with some suspicion.

If there was anything in him that was connected to Harry, it could only be a fragment of Voldemort's soul. In the original book, whenever Voldemort is in a violent mood swing, Harry can see what Voldemort sees.

Now it seemed like it was the other way around, with Cyrus taking over Harry's mind.

But what puzzled Cyrus was that even though he had already digested Voldemort's soul, this connection still existed for some reason. This was not a good sign. The mind and soul were the most secret places of a person.

Fortunately, Cyrus's Occlumency is very powerful and is enough to guard his own thinking and ensure that there will be no accidents.

At this moment, Cyrus firmly remembered the fleeting scene in his mind, refusing to let go of any detail.

"It looks somewhat similar to the Tower of Sen Balka." Cyrus frowned, but any ancient dungeon looked very different, and he couldn't tell Harry's location based on this alone.

"Too little information." Cyrus sighed.

Of course rescuing Harry was extremely urgent, but there was no way to find anyone. In this case, it is better to improve his strength first, to ensure that the last thing Cyrus has to face is the resurrected Voldemort!

Just as he was thinking about it, Cyrus suddenly felt something burning his skin!

At first he thought Voldemort was torturing Harry again, but the next moment he realized that the pain did not come from his soul, but really came from his body.

Something on my body is getting hot!

"Boom——"

In an instant, a golden coin popped out of Cyrus's pocket. It was hot and red, as if it had been roasted by flames. It rolled on the ground and almost smoked.

"Fake Galleons?"

This fake Galleon was made by Cyrus when he went to the principal's office. There were two of them, one of which was in Harry's hand. It was Harry who informed Cyrus at that time to ensure that Cyrus could go to the principal's office. Dumbledore fled before returning.

Now that Garleon was heating up again, Harry was obviously calling for help.

"This kid is quite smart..." Cyrus raised the corners of his lips in appreciation.

It's a pity that Harry's Transfiguration is not good enough, otherwise he could leave a message on the Galleons and tell Cyrus his location. Of course, it's also possible that Harry himself doesn't know where he is.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about this. Both Galleons were created by Cyrus using magic. This is equivalent to installing a locator. As long as Harry does not stop casting spells, Cyrus can sense the other one. Garonne's location!

but--

"I'm afraid it's not that safe for me to go find Voldemort by myself."

Cyrus was worried that he could not keep Voldemort alone, and that if Voldemort was forced to a desperate end, he might break the pot.

"Dumbledore is so free, why not find something for him to do." Cyrus thought, and touched the fake Galleons with his wand, and the Galleons immediately turned into a golden snitch, and its thin golden cicada wings quickly It shook, leaving only an afterimage.

"Let's go find Dumbledore!"

The golden snitch soared into the sky and disappeared instantly.

Cyrus watched the snitch leave and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I hope you like my Christmas present for you, Tom."

The ruins of the tower where Cyrus was located was in Hogsmeade, which was not very far away from Hogwarts. At the flying speed of the Golden Snitch, it took almost only twenty minutes to reach Hogwarts.

Dumbledore is still discussing with the professors how to find Harry.

Professor Flitwick wanted to try whether the Traces Charm could guide them, but Pettigrew was very cautious and erased his own footprints before leaving Hogwarts. The professors were at a loss, and McGonagall shed tears sadly.

"We really shouldn't let down our guard against Pettigrew. Sirius just returned to Harry. He is still looking forward to living with Sirius... Albus, you haven't told Sirius about this yet, right?" "

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head, the worry on his face flashed away.

Even if he didn't say it now, I'm afraid Sirius wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, and he might come to Hogwarts to spend Christmas with Harry in a while.

"I have used the Floo network to inform Alastor to go to Riddle House. If Voldemort takes Harry away, I think he might stay there."

Alastor was Moody, a very powerful Auror. If he were him, he would be able to determine whether there was anyone living there even if he was not close to Riddle House.

This is a very reasonable guess. In fact, if it were not for Cyrus, Voldemort would indeed use Riddle House as his temporary base camp. But ever since Sellers rebuilt Riddle House, he didn't like that place.

A place that is not entirely your own is ultimately unsafe.

Voldemort, on the other hand, now had better options.

"I hope Moody can bring some good news." Flitwick sighed.

But before he finished speaking, the golden snitch conjured by Cyrus had already arrived.

The Snitch swept through Snape's greasy black hair, hovered before the surprised gazes of the professors, and then unfolded.

"The Golden Snitch?"

The professors did not dare to act rashly against this golden snitch of unknown origin, but Dumbledore's eyes brightened. He stretched out his long, finger-bone-like wand and gently tapped the front end of the snitch.

The golden snitch immediately stopped flapping its wings and melted into a pool of golden liquid, flowing into words in mid-air.

"It seems someone found Harry before we did." Dumbledore said briskly.

Before McGonagall and others could realize who was tipping off the news, Snape had already thought of the person he met in Godric's Hollow not long ago, the person who said he and Harry were friends...

"Cyrus?" His lips opened slightly, and he let out a long question.

"But, how did he know..." Mag's eyebrows tightened more than ever. She still felt that Cyrus was not so trustworthy. They only discovered Harry's disappearance this morning. How did Cyrus learn about it?

"Albus, could this be a trap?"

She was worried that it was Cyrus who took Harry away, and this time she was also setting up a scheme to get Dumbledore to go to the appointment.

Everyone knew that Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort was afraid of. If something happened to Dumbledore, no one could stop Voldemort.

"I don't think so. Maybe someone reported it to him. Moreover, even if it is a trap, he must go." Dumbledore said without refusal.

He hoped that Voldemort would be resurrected with Harry's blood, so that the connection between Voldemort and Harry would not be unable to protect Harry because Lily's magic failed, but he did not want anything to happen to Harry.

If the prophecy is true and only one can survive between Harry and Voldemort, then once Harry dies, it means that no one can destroy Voldemort.

"Let's go and bring Harry back." Dumbledore said while looking at Snape, "Severus, please keep an eye on the castle before we come back."

Snape paused and immediately understood what Dumbledore meant. He knew that he had no choice, but he still looked at Dumbledore with some dissatisfaction, as if a poisonous snake was eyeing its prey and was about to spray it in the next second. venom.

"I will--"

He shook his loose robe angrily and left like a bat without looking back.

"Albus, are you worried that he will..."

Dumbledore said without changing his expression: "I'm just worried that there will be no one to take care of the children in the castle. Someone must stay to prevent something like this from happening again."

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Cyrus stood in front of a castle ruin from a distance and looked around. Around the ruins, many fairies were wandering around, inspecting the surroundings.

No one has set foot here for many years, and now it is suddenly heavily guarded. There is obviously something wrong.

But what Cyrus didn't expect was that Voldemort's hiding place was actually the location of his second trial - the castle where Charles Rookwood stayed.

"Lanlock once cooperated with Victor Lukewood, and it is indeed possible to know that Lukewood is one of the guardians of ancient magic. Now that Voldemort occupies this castle, it is reasonable to try to get other clues about ancient magic. Original."

In fact, Cyrus felt that Voldemort might have found some clues——

His golden eyes took in the distant scene. The goblins guarding the surroundings were obviously very different from ordinary goblins. They were covered in black mist and looked exactly like Voldemort who was in the Knowledge Pavilion at that time. .

Did Voldemort bestow the power of ancient magic on these goblins?

No, rather, can the power of ancient magic be given?

Subconsciously he felt something was wrong.

But before he had time to think about it, there was a series of explosions behind him, as if someone had lit a bunch of firecrackers.

Cyrus turned around and saw several figures throwing out from the black dot, the leader of which was naturally Dumbledore.

When they met Dumbledore again, the two of them had no intention of taking action. But before the two of them could test it, a thin black figure rushed towards Cyrus like a hunting dog that smelled blood.

"Cyrus, where is Harry?!" Sirius was so anxious that he almost jumped.

Just as McGonagall said, Sirius went directly to Hogwarts to find Harry, and happened to meet them.

"Harry is in the castle. I left him a fake galleon before, and that's how he contacted me," Cyrus explained.

"Is it the day you sneaked into the principal's office? I really didn't expect Harry to tip you off." Dumbledore casually said this thing that surprised McGonagall and others, but Dumbledore himself seemed It's not like he cares that much.

"Don't mind, kids like bad friends."

"Bad friends won't risk their lives to save him," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Cyrus sneered, and then talked about Voldemort's current situation, "Tom is now controlling the body of the goblin Lanlock, and it seems that he has obtained part of the power of ancient magic. I suggest you be more careful."

The name Voldemort is magical and is felt once spoken. So Cyrus now only calls Voldemort "Tom".

"Okay, stop talking nonsense now! How should we get in?" Sirius yelled.

"Otherwise, use the Disillusionment Curse..." Mag thought about sneaking in, but was interrupted by Cyrus.

"Of course, just punch in!"

Cyrus rolled his eyes. We have already dispatched Dumbledore, what else is there to be afraid of?

Even the resurrected Voldemort is afraid of Dumbledore. What's more, Voldemort has not been resurrected yet, and Dumbledore has Cyrus to help him. Two against one, what is there to be afraid of?

Cyrus had long been unhappy with Voldemort after he came to trouble him again and again!

This time, if he doesn't beat the shit out of Voldemort, he will be considered clean!

Mag looked at Cyrus in astonishment. Theoretically speaking, this wizard who looked like a student was actually a few years younger than her. But at this moment, Cyrus looked so young, slightly older than the one in the castle. The wizards look the same. Moreover, he seemed unruly and unruly, and it still made her feel incredible that he didn't take Voldemort seriously.

But she suddenly realized that the person in front of her did have the capital to despise Voldemort.

"Then let's be direct." Dumbledore also agreed with Cyrus's idea, and they jointly set up an anti-Apparition spell to seal the entire castle.

Then, Cyrus unabashedly walked towards the gate of the castle.

The patrolling goblins were not blind, and they immediately saw Cyrus.

"There are enemies!"

"It's Tom Riddle!"

The sharp-eyed goblin recognized Cyrus's appearance, and now old and new hatreds surged up. Cyrus had killed hundreds of goblins when he made a fuss in Gringotts. The goblins hated Cyrus endlessly. It’s not deep!

Of course, among the hundreds of goblins, only Bo Derek was actually solved by Cyrus himself. The rest of the goblins died not so much in his hands as in their own greed.

At this moment, seeing these goblins shining with black energy rushing over with giant axes, swords and guns, Sirius and the others were also very stressed, and they all immediately stood ready.

However, Cyrus just sneered, looked at those short things with disgust, and slowly took out his wand.

The elderberry and thunderbird feather wand gracefully passed in front of him, and in an instant, blue fire ignited under Cyrus' feet.

"I hate goblins!"

Dumbledore:? ? ?

What a strong sense of sight!

It's a little late, and my brain feels like it's mushy. My body isn’t feeling too uncomfortable anymore, it’s just that it’s hard to think, woo woo woo

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