Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Department of Mysteries.

Almost two and a half hours ago.

When all the warriors' "treasures" were placed here, "Gabriel" opened her scarlet eyes.

Or rather, Voldemort.

Ever since he decided to participate in the Tournament, Voldemort had never thought about leaving. He just created the illusion of his departure to make Cyrus and Dumbledore suspicious.

The plan after that became obvious.

He stood up and looked around the room - all kinds of weird brains told him where he was.

"The Hall of Brains?" Voldemort smiled coldly, "Consciousness is indeed full of mystery, but this is not the place I want."

He walked around the Brain Hall and found no "treasures" of other warriors. Apparently they were all placed in different rooms.

"What a pity, I didn't see Harry Potter,"

He shook his head regretfully, otherwise, he could get back one of his soul fragments first.

"Forget it, it won't be too late to get back the last soul fragment after I come back from time." Voldemort thought to himself as he walked out of the Brain Hall.

Speaking of which, this was his first time coming to the Department of Mysteries. Before that, he had only heard about it but had never set foot in it himself.

Walking out of the Hall of Brains, Voldemort found himself in a circular room with twelve identical doors tightly closed, then spinning rapidly in front of his eyes.

Although there are only twelve doors, no one knows which door he has been to before, and which door has danger hidden behind it...

Of course, this is not difficult for Voldemort.

There were already people among the Death Eaters who had worked in the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort already knew how to identify them.

His snake-like eyes swept over the doors one by one.

"Death Hall, Prophecy Hall..."

Speaking of the Prophecy Hall, Voldemort remembered that there should be a prophecy about himself and Harry.

This is about how that little baby defeated the great Dark Lord more than ten years ago. Logically speaking, Voldemort should care about it. And he is eager to know the full content of the prophecy so that he can find a way to break it.

But now, although the idea of ​​prophecy has appeared in Voldemort's mind, he has not moved even half a step.

It was just a prophecy, not to mention it was about Harry Potter. For him now, there was no need to check it.

Today's Voldemort no longer cares about that prophecy.

After several contacts with Harry, he had discovered that the child was not special at all and did not deserve his too much attention.

He was even a little confused as to why he had been so stupid more than ten years ago that he actually believed the prophecy and went to war against a kid. So much so that now he has lost control of his Horcrux, making Cyrus an independent individual and working against himself.

But it doesn't matter, he will soon be able to correct history and change the mistakes he has made!

Since history can be changed, Voldemort is convinced that as long as he goes back to the past, he can erase Cyrus's existence to a certain extent.

As long as he travels through time several times, he can get the magic stone to resurrect his body and get back all his souls in the past time.

Voldemort believed that when he regained all his power, no one in the world would be his opponent!

Not even Cyrus!

But in the final analysis, whether Cyrus still exists or not is a question.

He laughed coldly and strode towards the Time Hall.

The Hall of Time was a little too dazzling for Voldemort. The clocks moving around made ticking sounds, and light like diamonds shot out everywhere in the room...

Voldemort ignored these flashy things, passed through a huge grandfather clock that was taller than a man, and walked to the end of the room——

This is the source of all the light in the entire room, and the beginning and end of time!

What was before Voldemort's eyes was a transparent glass cover with sparkling air currents floating inside.

With the movement of the air current, a small hummingbird goes from birth to death, and then comes back to life, rising and dying again like the waves on the coast.

"How could I not realize that the immortality I pursue is actually right in front of me!"

In comparison, Horcruxes are ultimately only imperfect powers.

Of course, it also has advantages. With the Horcrux, you can have a long life soon, and you will have an immortal body. But the shortcomings are also obvious. Once a Horcrux is made, it is equivalent to becoming a foreign object.

Voldemort stretched out his finger towards the glass cover and tapped it lightly. The next moment, the glass melted and shattered like ice.

He immediately stretched out his hand towards the swirling airflow, and then, strong black air was released around Gabrielle's body, and a smoke-like monster left her body and completely disappeared into time...

Time travel is a wonderful feeling. Voldemort felt that his surroundings were frozen in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be like sunlight shining on colored glass, leaving dreamlike colors.

Then, everything was stretched very long, and he could hardly see anything. Only endless phantoms silently passed through him, and finally superimposed together...

——

"what is going on?"

Grindelwald still hasn't figured out what happened.

The ability to predict is fraught with uncertainty. Even if Grindelwald immediately used that special eye to observe the future, what he could see would be one-sided and fragmented.

He only had one suspicion now - I'm afraid that Voldemort, known as the Dark Lord, had done something.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back carefully, wondering whether he should tell him about his "joining forces" with Voldemort. But even though they were joining forces, Grindelwald actually didn't know what Voldemort's plan was.

He just wanted to make sure Dumbledore stayed alive and wasn't killed by Cyrus. Thinking of this, Grindelwald looked past Dumbledore and rested on Cyrus.

This guy looks so old now, as if picking up a wand is difficult, it's a good chance to kill him!

If it had been fifty years ago, he would have killed Cyrus without even thinking!

but now……

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back, his eyes flickered, and the fingers of the hand holding the wand twirled slightly, but he still did not make a move.

In comparison, Cyrus and Dumbledore knew much more.

Dumbledore's face was full of worry at this moment.

The rules of time are broken, and the only possibility is that there is something wrong with the Time Hall. Thinking that he had just sent the three warriors to the Hall of Time, Dumbledore couldn't help but start to worry about their lives.

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Is Fleur really possessed by Voldemort?

He looked solemnly, looked at Cyrus, and asked: "Cyrus, have you noticed anything wrong with Fleur Delacour?"

Dumbledore knew that Cyrus had the ability to see traces of ancient magic. Maybe he could discover things that he couldn't?

However, Cyrus slowly shook his head. He seemed to be afraid of vigorous exercise for fear of breaking his neck if he was not careful.

He looked as old as Dumbledore and Grindelwald combined before they became young, so that even his voice was hoarse and it was very difficult to speak.

But even so, Cyrus didn't look particularly embarrassed.

He said firmly: "It's not Fleur." After a pause, he added, "But it is indeed Delacour!"

It was only now that Cyrus figured out what happened. In other words, he barely paid attention to Voldemort, so that after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Fleur, he didn't think much about it.

It now seems that Voldemort is hiding in Gabrielle and has been in the Department of Mysteries from the beginning.

But Cyrus didn't expect that Voldemort would break the rules of time...

He reversed time and changed history. What exactly did he want to get?

life?

Or maybe a soul? !

"We have to go to the Department of Mysteries immediately!" Dumbledore quickly made a decision. He glanced at Cyrus, who was so old that he could hardly move, and thought that this time he could only go by himself. "You can stay here. , Cyrus.”

But Cyrus sneered and shook his head. He looked at Grindelwald and said softly: "I thought you would take the opportunity of my weakness to kill me, Grindelwald."

"I don't think there's any need for me to take action, you're going to die yourself." Grindelwald said calmly.

Cyrus looked even scarier than before.

His wrinkled skin had mottled age spots, and his whole body seemed to smell like a rotting corpse. The power of time never stopped turning on him, and he looked like he had been exposed to the scorching sun for several months. On the river bed, the dry skin seemed to have cracked. If it moved slightly, it would turn into debris and fall down.

Dumbledore also looked over worriedly. Cyrus looked indeed worrying at this moment.

He felt like he was looking at a piece of paper that had been dried by fire. It looked like it was still one piece, but in fact, with just a light touch, it immediately turned into ashes.

"Do you think I'm going to die?" Cyrus said as he spoke. The old and shriveled body seemed to have only a skeleton and more skin fell off. But it happened to be like this. Instead, one could feel the breath of life growing upwards. !

Grindelwald looked surprised.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

He heard the sound of a heart beating violently in the silent darkness. The heart was vigorous and powerful, as if it was the pulsation of life itself!

Amidst the drumbeat of life, Cyrus seemed to be enveloped in golden brilliance, and time began to reverse again!

It was as if something had refilled his blood vessels and moisturized his skin - the wrinkles all over his body were smoothed out, and the dots of age spots disappeared, and his body stood up straight again, like a dead tree blooming with spring.

——It’s the Philosopher’s Stone!

Cyrus was resurrected through the Philosopher's Stone, with endless vitality. His new body once again sprouted from the old remains. Cyrus transformed in the astonished eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Back to how it was before.

"Let's go and meet our Dark Lord!" Cyrus stood up, his eyes flashing with anger!

"Then let's go!" Dumbledore nodded, "Stay close to me."

When it came to Voldemort, Dumbledore also gave up his duel with Cyrus. He did not name him by name, so Grindelwald stood firmly by his side. Then, the man who was almost a hundred years younger Dumbledore raised his hands high and clapped them hard in the air:

"Fox!"

"Wow!"

The flame of the phoenix instantly ignited in his palm!

The huge wave of flames enveloped Cyrus and Grindelwald at the same time in an instant! ——

Department of Mysteries.

a few minutes ago.

Cassandra, Cedric and Fleur, together, fired a powerful explosive spell directly at the door of the Department of Mysteries!

But it's a pity that with their magic power, they couldn't easily break through the magic defense on the door. The power of the explosion spell rebounded, blowing the three of them upside down!

Cedric once again acted as a cushion, and all the bones in his body were almost broken by the pressure.

"Are you okay?" Fleur helped him up from the ground very apologetically. When he flew out just now, her elbow hit Cedric in the face.

"Ahem, no, it's okay..." Cedric held on, glanced at the door, which seemed to be motionless, and said through gritted teeth, "Let's try again, but this time we'd better stand farther away to avoid getting hurt."

"No need," Kassandra said, shaking her head, "We can't open it with the magic bombardment of just a few of us."

If Cassandra's magic level is equivalent to that of a Hogwarts professor, then the Ministry of Magic's defense is at least equivalent to the defense of Hogwarts Castle during the final battle in the original book. The bombing of spells alone is It has no effect.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" Fleur was dissatisfied with Cassandra's depressing words and immediately challenged her.

"I suggest relying on physics!" Cassandra said a term that Fleur couldn't understand.

But she didn't need to understand, because Cassandra had already walked to the door and raised her foot——

"Boom!!!"

With Fleur and Cedric looking in astonishment, Cassandra kicked the door open...

"you……"

Cedric swallowed. He never imagined that Cassandra, who looked elegant and majestic, would do such a thing.

"Ahem," Kassandra clapped her hands, lifted up a small strand of loose hair by her ears, coughed slightly to cover up her embarrassment at the moment, and then said: "As we all know, wizards usually do not consider using brute force to crack Level…”

Cedric and Fleur were still stunned.

"Okay! Time is running out! Let's go in first!" Cassandra said with a blushing face.

Only then did Cedric and Fleur react, and followed Cassandra into the door...