Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

1st Rauch

"I'm not Dumbledore's favorite student!"

Uncle Newt seemed to be suffering from PTSD. He started shaking as soon as he saw Cyrus, as if he was suddenly transported back to the night in Paris. ♦☜

The man with combed white hair held the wand with sharp joints, his eyes were contemptuous and disgusting, and the blue flames burned all over the sky and the earth.

Even Cyrus himself was stunned for a moment, and then blinked: "Of course I know that Dumbledore's favorite student now is Harry Potter, and - Grindelwald and I look so similar. looks like?"

Newt was in a trance for a moment. The shadow of Grindelwald in front of him became blurry, and then Cyrus' figure became clear. Only then did he realize that Cyrus and Grindelwald looked different. Although they were both handsome, Grindelwald's temperament is even more perverse, and more importantly, Grindelwald hates him.

However, he still felt that the person in front of him looked very familiar and dangerous.

Newt tilted his head in embarrassment, looking worriedly at the dark wizards he was following.

"Don't worry, they can't see here now." Cyrus said softly.

Before walking over, he cast a safe ward, forming a protective barrier that was invisible from the other side. Just like the Leaky Cauldron was invisible to Muggles, this spell also had an effect on wizards.

"Sorry, are you?"

Before Cyrus could answer, Tina's brows furrowed. She tightened her wand and made a gesture ready to fight.

"Tom Riddle?! A criminal wanted by the Ministry of Magic!"

Cyrus's "evil deeds" are of course too numerous to list, including secret room attacks, Azkaban prison escapes, bombing of the Scottish coast, and the robbery of Gringotts...

Tina naturally has an impression of such a dangerous person.

When he heard the name, Newt subconsciously wanted to open the suitcase.

"You are too nervous, Mr. Scamander." Cyrus pressed his palm down, and the suitcase in Newt's hand suddenly fell away, and then slid slightly further away under Cyrus's waving gesture. .

"I don't mean any harm," Cyrus said sincerely.

"Yes, I can see it." Newt looked at the suitcase pushed away by Cyrus. Cyrus's wandless spell made the memories he had finally forgotten come back to him again. Needless to think, there was no such thing. The suitcase, he and Tina together may not be a match for this young-looking wizard.

"Then, Mr. Riddle, what do you want from me?" After all, Newt was used to big storms. He didn't know that the name "Tom Riddle" belonged to the Dark Lord. Even if he knew, he wouldn't necessarily be afraid.

"For your animal friends." Cyrus has always been very honest.

Lies are a disguise used by the weak to hide themselves. When a person lies, no matter how powerful he is or how high his status is, he is in a weak position, so that he cannot achieve his goal without using lies.

Cyrus doesn't need this now.

Hearing this, although Newt's expression didn't change much, his eyes showed some alienation and disgust.

He has always regarded the magical animals he raised as family and friends, but most wizards in the world only use them as tools or magic materials. Of course, Newt is not opposed to using some things from magical animals to make potions or other things.

To make the best use of everything, even the wizard himself will add some things from his own body when making potions, such as blood and hair.

It’s just that too many dark wizards do not care about the life and death of the animals when obtaining magical materials from magical animals. They bleed a large amount of blood, dig out the heart, and even use magical animals to conduct magic experiments, causing them to die——

He clearly regarded Cyrus as such.

But in fact, Cyrus raised the two fire dragons in his box very well. They rarely use them for any magic experiments. At most, they cut off a small piece of dragon skin as big as a palm. This small injury only takes an hour for the fire dragon to heal.

It's a pity that the fire dragon in the underground vault of Gringotts is already very old and has experienced a dangerous battle. Now it is somewhat exhausted.

"Magical beasts are not yours, sir. I will not allow you to harm them!" Newt's attitude was very tough. Although he knew that he might not be Cyrus's opponent, he never thought of surrendering.

Besides, although he can't beat him, his animal friends are not vegetarians!

Cyrus glanced at the inconspicuous suitcase. There were countless 5X level magical animals in it. Once they all went wild, unless a large-scale destructive spell was directly used, even Cyrus might be able to deal with it at once. No.

This box alone may have the combat power to collapse a country's Ministry of Magic.

Who knows how many fire dragons or thunderbirds there are?

"It seems you have misunderstood me, but let's explain it later." Cyrus pushed the suitcase back and looked behind Newt, "Those poachers have already started to take action."

Newt took the box, turned around and took a look, and sure enough he saw a wizard with a veil coming over. This person was probably one of the buyers of this batch of smuggled magical animals.

"I hope he can lead us to the place where poachers keep magical animals." Newt did not bother to communicate with Cyrus and subconsciously squatted down to hide himself.

But what made him feel helpless was that the wizards on both sides were very cautious and spoke very softly. He could not hear the other party's communication at all.

"Put your ears in and listen."

Cyrus cast a spell, and then a hoarse voice came through.

"Where's the thing I want?!" The voice was obviously lowered on purpose, and the buyer didn't intend to reveal his identity.

"What you want is a horned camel. I can't hold it in my hands. It's on the boat. It's not safe to dock." The poacher chuckled.

"Take me there!" The wizard was impatient.

"Don't worry, three thousand galleons, I want to collect fifteen hundred first." The poacher grinned, and the wizard was obviously not happy.

He didn't care and continued, "It's not that easy to catch that big guy. Their skin is harder than that of a fire dragon. The horn even pierced the stomach of one of our team members. If Bai Xianjing hadn't been enough, ——Of course, these losses will not be borne by you.”

"Humph, here are two thousand Galleons!"

The dark wizard threw a bag unhappily. The poacher took the bag without showing any trust and immediately threw it to his subordinates for inspection.

Not only did they want to check whether the quantity was correct, but they also wanted to see if the galleons were genuine. They have seen examples of using fake currency to pass it off as good quality.

"It's all true."

After checking the authenticity, the poachers did not sit back and raise the price. They have been doing this business for a long time, but they are not as unruly as some people.

"Come on." He waved, leading the dark wizard into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace.

In Cyrus's eyes, he could clearly see that their appearance was constantly changing. It was very likely that they would pass by another person and look completely different the next moment.

It was almost ten minutes before Newt came out. He was about to take out the powder that could show the traces for tracking, but Cyrus waved his wand directly.

"The trail is current."

Golden footprints flashed before their eyes, stretching toward a remote path.

"Come on, Mr. Scamander."

Then, regardless of Newt and Tina's reactions, he directly followed the footsteps.

The footprints continued until they reached an empty and raised sea cliff and disappeared without a trace. Cyrus, Newt and Tina stood on the edge of the cliff together. The view here was very good, but no poachers could be found. .

"Apparating?"

"No, it should be the portkey." Cyrus could feel the difference between the magic fluctuations left in the air and the disembodiment.

It is also a teleportation spell, and the control of portkeys is very strict, because they are more stable and can teleport farther, even across continents.

"Smuggling magical animals and illegally making portkeys, I don't think their lives are enough to be sentenced." Tina shook her head helplessly, but to be honest, it is too common for poachers to make portkeys, you always We can't expect them to walk the Floo network in a well-behaved manner.

She calmly seemed to have remembered something and looked at Newt: "How did you go to the United States?"

"I bought the ticket." Newt said a little unnaturally. He had done many illegal things, especially when he was almost sentenced to death by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. These past events are simply unsightly. “It looks like their cargo ship is probably very far away.”

Portkeys were no more difficult to track than Apparition, but for Cyrus, that wasn't a problem.

He closed his eyes and felt the distortion of space, and the next moment he found his place.

"They must have jumped several times in the middle to catch me."

Saying that, before Newt could react, Cyrus took the initiative to grab his arm. Tina quickly grabbed Newt's shoulders, her figure trembling: "You want to apparate directly——"

Before they finished speaking, the three people were stretched into a long line, rolling like a rubber band!

"Snapped!"

Space is closed.

——

Albania, this is a nice place.

Voldemort almost regarded this place as his own lair, but there was nothing he could do about it. Apart from here, he has nowhere to go for the time being.

At this moment, he was full of hatred, cursing Cyrus and Dumbledore.

But he soon regained his composure.

The situation is not that bad, at least his current state proves that Cyrus did not destroy all his Horcruxes, at least one was left, and he also removed Riddle's bones in advance, and the resurrection potion It is also being prepared, and it is actually only one step away from resurrection.

Now, he needs an assistant!

"Lucius?" A figure popped into Voldemort's mind, but he quickly shook his head. Lucius was once a subordinate he had high hopes for, otherwise he would not have entrusted his diary to him for safekeeping.

But the other party disappointed him so much.

"He only sticks to me when I'm in power. How could he still obey me when I'm in trouble?"

"Barty, Bella..." Voldemort muttered the names of these two servants, but he felt helpless. Even though they were filthy and despicable Death Eaters like snakes and rats, there were people who were truly loyal to Voldemort.

Of course, Bella, of course, Voldemort also opened his heart to Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty Crouch Jr. even knew about Voldemort's mixed-blood identity and that Voldemort inherited the humble name of his Muggle father. There were too many similarities between them, and Barty Jr.'s talent was astonishing.

If Voldemort hadn't "died" accidentally and had no time to make the final Horcrux, I'm afraid Voldemort would have given him the Horcrux for safekeeping.

But now these people who are truly loyal to him have been imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Jr. is "dead"!

Should I continue to wait?

Voldemort felt sad. If his enemy was Dumbledore, he would not be too impatient, because based on his understanding of Dumbledore, Dumbledore would accept his death calmly. Voldemort only needs to wait, there will always be a chance. One day a chance to make a comeback.

But Cyrus is obviously different from Dumbledore.

Voldemort was worried that if he was resurrected too late or too slowly, Cyrus would have completely gained the power of ancient magic. By that time, it would not be so easy to kill Cyrus.

But now, Voldemort was at his wits' end.

He can only possess a mouse or snake and wait for an opportunity.

"It's a pity. Although Pettigrew is a waste, he is still a helper..." He sighed, but at this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"I thought you might need a little help from me, Mr. Dark Lord."

A handsome young man stepped on the branches and followed Voldemort's voice with a happy face.

At this moment, Voldemort, who was possessed by the rune snake, suddenly widened his eyes, and thick black air floated up, forming a human face in the air. When he saw the young man walking towards him, he was more shocked than ever.

"I thought you were dead, Barty?"

"No, the person who died in prison was my mother. She saved me." Barty Crouch Jr. was not sad at all when talking about his mother. There was excitement in his eyes, and he could not help but speak quickly. Licking his dry lips.

"Since that time, I have been locked up at home by my father. But sometimes I can get some news." He picked up the newspaper tremblingly, and there was a wanted notice for "Tom Riddle" on it.

"You told me about your past and your name, right? From that time on, I tried my best to escape!" Little Barty said loudly.

"Is this person an impostor?! You are still here!" There was madness in his eyes.

"Yeah, but he was resurrected before me."

"It's an honor for you to use my body!"