Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Death is just another adventure."

Cyrus didn't know whether Dumbledore was really relieved, but no matter what, he was willing to respect anyone's choice.

"Let us begin the test, Mr. Sellers." Fitzgerald groaned, and then her figure disappeared from the portrait. Then, a high platform that Cyrus had never noticed appeared in front of him. The high platform was right behind the principal's chair and could be reached by taking the spiral staircase.

There is a floating book on top.

"How come I didn't find it last time I came here?"

"Because in addition to ancient magic, I also used some Muggle methods." Fitzgerald said softly.

After all, the fact that the test has reached this point is enough to prove that the person being tested has the talent of ancient magic, so ordinary concealment spells are no longer necessary.

"This book looks like your diary." Dumbledore also took steps to follow, "You need to go in with your memories."

He looked at Cyrus playfully, as if asking Cyrus if he dared to do this, or if he trusted him.

"If you mind, I can leave the principal's office first and come back later."

"I don't mind you staying." Cyrus smiled. Although Dumbledore had many calculations, at least his character could be guaranteed, not to mention——

"If you're curious, I can take you in with me."

Cyrus picked up the book directly. Then, the memory in the book, or the fairy tale of the trial, seemed to come to reality all of a sudden. Dumbledore was shocked to find that his office suddenly lost all color and turned into With black and white simple drawings, even the gorgeous phoenix looks like moving lines.

"how did you do it?"

It was not only Dumbledore who was dumbfounded, but also Fitzgerald.

Who would have thought that Cyrus would turn around and take control of the books, not only bringing Dumbledore into the trial, but also bringing the world she created into reality!

"What's so strange about this? I've been in the diary for almost fifty years." Cyrus shrugged, but that was all. Only the principal's office was changed under the influence of magic. Cyrus It is impossible for Si to substitute the whole world into it.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Cyrus waved his magic wand, and the twisted lines in the principal's office were wiped away, and a new picture was reconstructed.

They seemed to be reborn in a cemetery, surrounded by twisted thorns.

At your feet is a narrow road that leads to a gray-white village.

"Have you noticed that we are like two silhouettes?" Dumbledore said in surprise, looking around like a naughty boy.

"Please be more serious, Albus." Fitzgerald's voice rang in their ears, "Just like the real world, death is everywhere."

"You mean, Death?" Dumbledore asked.

Cyrus obviously noticed that Dumbledore's fingers were holding the Elder Wand tighter. There was no fear on his face, but he wanted to try the power of death.

However, since it is an illusion conjured by Fitzgerald, the God of Death must not be beyond her own understanding, so it actually does not have much reference value.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, have you seen Death with your own eyes?"

"Here, you can call me Neopher." The headmistress said softly first, and then replied, "I have not seen the God of Death with my own eyes, but through ancient magic and some of my experiences, I can indeed See some apparition of the other person.

"Continue the trial and you will know what happened. Now, you need to find my sleeping body and be careful not to be discovered by Death. You'd better find a cloak."

After saying this, Niofer's voice seemed to disappear.

Cyrus and Dumbledore crossed the thorns together and crossed a stone bridge. Under the stone bridge was a dry river. The two of them saw a dilapidated village from a distance, but what really shocked them was a huge A black figure wearing a hood and cloak. The body under the cloak had no flesh and blood, only white bones.

"Is this the God of Death?"

The shadow was much larger than a house, with its knuckles as tall as a person's. Its empty eye sockets patrolled the village, sparing no life. In the village, many black shadows about the size of people were wandering back and forth.

Cyrus saw them throw out their chains and stab a villager in the back, killing him.

"It looks very much like the Death Curse." Dumbledore said. He felt that the people who were stabbed and killed by Death's chains looked very similar to the people killed by the Death Curse, just as hollow and numb.

"Maybe this spell was left by the God of Death." Cyrus said softly. He cast a disguise spell on himself, and then continued, "Let's go, find the invisibility cloak first, and then look for Niofer."

The two of them disappeared and moved forward. Both of them were very advanced in the Disillusionment Curse, especially Dumbledore. Cyrus even felt that after he cast the Disillusionment Curse, it was almost the same as wearing the cloak of death.

"But can't we just kill him?" Cyrus asked.

"It's best not to do this." Dumbledore shook his head. "I think we are not ready to face death directly."

At least not in the story Fitzgerald prepared.

"I really want to know what mistakes did the people in this village make that led to them being targeted by death?" Dumbledore said doubtfully, but no one answered this question.

For the two masters of magic, the first test couldn't be easier. It didn't take them much effort to find the cloak, and then they deceived the gaze of death and reached the end of the first level.

The lines in the picture disappeared again, turning back into a world full of black dots, as if a lot of ink had been dumped on a piece of white paper.

Then, a gray square altar appeared in front of them out of thin air. On the altar, a slender wand was suspended. It was surrounded by black, dense and sharp lines, which looked like it was glowing.

Niofer's cold voice sounded again:

"Take the wand before you and don't waste its extraordinary power."

Cyrus and Dumbledore approached. Dumbledore glanced at the wand in surprise, then lowered his head and raised the one in his hand.

"You already have one, do you mind letting me hold it in my hand?" Although Cyrus was asking, his hand had already reached out to the drawn Elder Wand.

"Please." Dumbledore naturally had no reason to stop him. This was originally Cyrus's trial.

Cyrus took hold of the Elder Wand.

At that moment, he clearly felt that his power had become different!

It was as if a spring suddenly opened up in his chest, and hot water poured out continuously.

He looked at Dumbledore, and an impulse surged in his heart - maybe he might not be Dumbledore's opponent now? !

However, Cyrus didn't try. No matter how strong the power in the trial was, it was still false. What's more, two people had the Elder Wand at the same time, which meant that neither of them had it. The magical power in Cyrus's body was still the same as that of Dumbledore. There is a gap.

After picking up the wand, the mirror image in front of them changed again. This time they were not in a village, but as if they were in an ancient castle complex, with dilapidated buildings everywhere, and the shadow of death shrouding the surroundings.

"It seems that we have to fight this time." Dumbledore already understood the content of the trial.

The cloak and wand are followed by the Resurrection Stone as expected, but Fitzgerald lets Cyrus experience the power of the Deathly Hallows one by one. What is his intention?

But no matter what, Cyrus had already taken the lead in launching the attack. He took a big step and the spell flew out. The powerful power made the world of this trial tremble, and the enemies painted in black were also struck by this attack. It fell into pieces!

Of course, there are many more enemies.

Those followers of the God of Death are like swarms of locusts, swarming in densely, bringing death and despair.

However, under the invincible magic power and wands of Cyrus and Dumbledore, they were only obstacles worth mentioning.

The magic power of both of them far exceeded that of ordinary people. With the spell cast, a large number of enemies were wiped out in an instant.

The two walked forward slowly until they came to a wide platform and looked directly into the eyes of death!

The huge black shadow was under the gray lines, and its empty eyes were as silent as black holes. Even though Cyrus and Dumbledore understood that this was just a materialized phantom, they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Death is death itself.

How could such an enemy be eliminated?

"Immortality is by no means a defeat of death. On the contrary, I think those who pursue immortality will always be prisoners of death." Dumbledore said, "They are shrouded in the shadow of death and are in fear all day long."

He was just short of naming Voldemort.

Cyrus didn't comment, and he didn't want to die. It was hard to tell whether Dumbledore scolded him as well.

But then again, although Cyrus doesn't want to die, survival is just the instinct of life, and he is not afraid of death.

He and Dumbledore took a step forward together, and they both raised their wands at the same time. The tip of the wand was not facing Death's servant, but Death himself!

Black lightning and black fire exploded at the same time!

Even Neofer probably didn't expect that Cyrus and Dumbledore would actually pull Death directly into the battlefield. The huge shadow was penetrated by Death's robe by lightning, and was ignited by fire. The dark bones seemed to be made of flames. The fuel, the holes and the holes, the black and the black, are so clear.

However, the God of Death did not seem to be hurt by this. It waved its huge palm, and huge magic power surged up, turning into wrapped undead warriors and appeared in front of Cyrus and Dumbledore.

Obviously, this false god of death in the picture book has no power to fight directly. All it can do is add dozens of enemies to Cyrus and Dumbledore.

In response, Dumbledore just waved his wand and threw out a ball of fire like a cowboy swinging a rope. The flames turned into a huge tornado in an instant, as if they were blooming coquettish flowers!

It's just that the flowers have no color in this world, and only the ruthless burning heat is left, burning the bones of the undead!

Cyrus also rolled up the thunder clouds, and he unleashed the power of ancient magic, shattering the body of the undead monster that was still moving forward in the flames.

The two of them spent some effort and finally passed the second trial unscathed.

Death quietly disappeared, leaving a path leading to the final trial.

This time, Cyrus picked up the Resurrection Stone, which was certainly not the one he owned.

"Having obtained three Deathly Hallows, you can now be said to be the master of death." Dumbledore murmured, "I once sought this power with a friend. How do you feel?"

"It's just false power." Cyrus dismissed it.

Not to mention that this is just a trial for Fitzgerald. In the final analysis, even if he really collects the three holy weapons, can he really become the master of Death?

Or is it just a puppet of Death, a toy that has been fooled?

"How about you give me your wand and let me try what kind of power the real Elder Wand has?"

"As long as you can defeat me, it will naturally recognize you as its master."

Dumbledore brought the topic over. Of course, he could not give the Elder Wand to Cyrus. Otherwise, if he lost the Elder Wand, his deterrent effect on Voldemort and Cyrus would not be so obvious.

They passed through the village, and this time they did not see the shadow of the God of Death. The faces of the people in the village were filled with grief and sadness. From their conversations, Cyrus and Dumbledore understood that they wanted to do something, or rather, they had done something before. things.

——Use the Resurrection Stone to resurrect Fitzgerald.

They succeeded, but they also failed.

Fitzgerald, who wakes up from the coffin, is just a phantom of the past, like a replica with no emotions and soul, only memories.

Her body changed from a white stick figure to a black silhouette like Cyrus and Dumbledore, and she spoke like a machine.

"This is why this village was finally targeted by the God of Death." She said, "I was resurrected through the power of the Deathly Hallows. I thought I could become the master of the God of Death, but in fact it caused disaster.

"Death does not strike directly, but he can always take away life in unfortunate ways."

Fitzgerald looked at Cyrus: "What I want to tell you is that even if it is a powerful force, if it is used without restraint, it will only bring misfortune. The Deathly Hallows is like this. In ancient times, The same goes for magic."

The next road is one that Dumbledore cannot accompany.

Cyrus came to the huge stone statue alone. Everything here, including the pensieve under the stone statue, looked like a simple drawing.

The stone statue shed white tears. Cyrus took out the token from the pensieve, and then looked through Fitzgerald's memories.

In his memory, Fitzgerald was worried about Morgana's magic.

Cyrus clearly noticed that in Rookwood's memory, Morgana used that kind of magic just to help others, but now she was intoxicated with the pleasure of increasing her power. This originally grateful witch has slowly begun to change, becoming paranoid and extreme, and her desire for power exceeds all else!

Cyrus felt more and more that his plan to use Voldemort's soul as the carrier of his emotions was the right choice.

I'll use the power, and you'll bear the side effects!

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