Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

A few minutes ago, Cyrus closed the diary and brought Draco and his own thoughts back from the memory space.

"That's it for today, Draco."

Draco Malfoy breathed heavily and looked very tired.

"You have made great progress. I don't think even your father Lucius can do better than you in Occlumency." Cyrus praised him sincerely.

"Better than my dad?" This seemed to please Draco very much. He was surprised, delighted and a lot of disbelief.

"Much better than Lucius," Cyrus said with a smile. "He's just a little older than you, but you do better than him."

Perhaps it's because Draco never thought that one day he could be better than his father. You know, although he is favored in the Malfoy family, he actually has no say.

Lucius has always tried his best to maintain his father's image.

He looked majestic, unsmiling, and tall, and everything he did was considered a big deal in Draco's eyes. As for him, he could only fight with that saint in school—— Pretend to be a dementor to scare that boy, pretend to be a fangirl to write him a love letter to embarrass him, pretend to be injured and deal with a beast...

Thinking about it now, Draco felt ridiculous for his naivety and stupidity in the past.

But now, everything is different!

Cyrus said that he surpassed Lucius, and the Dark Lord gave him an extremely difficult task!

'He trusts me! ’

These words kept echoing in Draco's mind. He could still remember that not long ago, the terrible Dark Lord actually found him and asked him to serve the Dark Lord.

Although he is afraid, of course he wants it!

——Achieve great things, this is what every ambitious Slytherin longs for.

At this moment, Draco lowered his head to accept Cyrus's praise, but his eyes were shining.

After being excited, Draco was of course nervous and fearful. It was not easy for him to attack Cyrus, but fortunately, the Dark Lord personally modified his memory so that he did not have to worry about being raped. Cyrus saw the flaw.

Facts have also proved that this memory is flawless. During the short period of time he practiced Occlumency, Cyrus did not find anything wrong.

Of course, Draco didn't find any opportunity to make a move against Cyrus.

And today, I'm afraid it's the last chance.

Thinking of this, Draco's breathing even became heavier. He held the wand in his hand, and his eyes would sweep over Cyrus's body every few seconds, looking for Cyrus's flaws.

Fate seemed to be favoring him.

Just when Draco was struggling to find a flaw, Cyrus actually offered to go for a walk with him.

"Would you like to go for a walk by the Black Lake together? I happened to have an appointment with Harry." Cyrus put his wand on the table. Draco noticed this immediately, and there was something in his palm. Sweating, but also realizing that my opportunity has finally come!

"certainly……"

Draco nodded vigorously.

So the two of them walked side by side. Along the way, Draco didn't do anything special, because the Ilvermorny students who passed by in the carriage from time to time came to say hello from a distance after seeing Cyrus, even if they were leaving. After getting out of the carriage, there were many Hogwarts students wandering around the Black Lake.

But today was not a day off, Draco could afford to wait.

And the two fire dragons are not here today either.

"By the way, Principal Cyrus, where is my aunt?" Draco seemed to want to prolong the time, so he took the initiative to find a topic and asked about Bella.

In fact, Bella has disappeared for a long time.

"She has her own things to be busy with." Cyrus said casually, " Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seemed to want to stop the game, but Dumbledore was very insistent. As one of the referees of the game , during this period she has to negotiate with the International Federation of Wizards on behalf of Ilvermorny."

In fact, the International Federation of Wizards also has some objections to continuing the competition.

The British Ministry of Magic collapsed, and everyone in London saw two black dragons fighting in the sky. This was already a very major magical accident.

If Uncle Newt hadn't been paying attention to the game from the beginning, and immediately led the Winged Demon and Thunderbird to cast a large-scale forgetting spell at the end of the second event, I don't know how far things would have gone!

Fortunately, British people don’t like to hold umbrellas.

"Beauxbatons and Durmstrang plan to terminate the game?" Draco asked doubtfully.

"Ms. Maxim seems to be quite critical of the current situation of the competition. In addition, the last warrior Fleur Delacour plans to abstain. Even if the cup continues, Beauxbatons will not be eligible to participate. For this reason, she proposed to Beauxbatons adds an additional champion, or quits and declares on behalf of Beauxbatons that he will never join the Contest again."

Cyrus explained to Draco.

On the other hand, Durmstrang’s Grindelwald’s motivations are actually quite obvious.

All Grindelwald wants is to change the prophecy.

Voldemort failed to kill Cyrus in the Department of Mysteries, so the prophecy is bound to happen again. But if the game is terminated, the future he sees will not become reality.

"Will the game be stopped?"

"Of course not." Cyrus laughed coldly, "Dumbledore and I both believe that Voldemort will personally participate in the third game. Otherwise, where do you think Beauxbatons' extra warrior came from? "

"You mean... You-Know-Who?" Draco asked cautiously, "But why is Beauxbatons related to You-Know-Who?"

"That's because the mysterious man has taken control of Beauxbatons. Do you think Ms. Maxim is the real Maxim?" Cyrus said, "His disguise is indeed not bad. At the beginning, neither Dumbledore nor I I realize something is wrong, but as time passes, there will be more flaws.”

When Cyrus said this, he seemed to glance at Draco intentionally or unintentionally.

Draco's mind was thinking a lot at this moment.

He was wondering if he would have been exposed long ago?

But no matter what, now is the best and last chance. He has successfully practiced Occlumency. Cyrus is not holding a wand. If he misses this opportunity, his mission may fail.

Looking at the sparkling black lake under the setting sun, Draco knew that he should give it a try now.

'It's easy, just cast a spell...'

He took a deep breath and kept telling himself in his mind that it was not difficult, so that his hands would not shake so much...

'He's not holding a wand, I'm going to make it! ’

'No matter how powerful he is, it's useless without a wand, not to mention that I only need to cast a spell...'

'No, maybe I can kill him! ’

Draco's eyes became fierce.

‘Do it now, and then use the portkey to escape immediately. This is the Black Lake, and the anti-Apparition spell of Hogwarts cannot affect it here. ’

Draco looked at Cyrus's back and raised his wand...

However, at this moment, Cyrus turned around suddenly, making Draco tremble in fright and almost dropped the wand in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm a little cold." Draco tried his best to hide his panic.

Perhaps it was Occlumency that helped him. Draco could hardly see any flaws at this moment. Cyrus stared at him, as if he didn't notice anything wrong.

"Harry's coming a little late," Cyrus relaxed his guard again, "You don't have to wait with me any longer. If you're hungry, you can go to the auditorium first. I think dinner is about to start."

After Cyrus finished speaking, he was about to return to the carriage.

Now, with his back facing Draco, one hand was already holding on to the edge of the carriage. This was a golden opportunity!

Draco didn't dare to hesitate any more this time. He was still afraid, but his mind could be said to be blank at the moment. He couldn't think about too many things, he could only do it!

at the same time.

Harry saw this scene from a distance.

"Split into pieces!"

Draco's voice sounded behind Cyrus. At that moment, the invisible tearing blade cut Cyrus's back, and blood bloomed in front of Draco like a flower!

His eyes reflected the huge rose and Cyrus' surprised and painful expression.

‘It’s done! ’

He thought excitedly, but Draco didn't seem to be satisfied with this. Since he had done it, why not do it more thoroughly?

If he really killed Cyrus, Draco couldn't imagine how much praise he would get from the Dark Lord!

At this moment, the madness in his heart had completely overwhelmed the fear. With Cyrus' puzzled expression, Draco raised his wand again - this time, his wand glowed green!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Draco shouted.

But there's another spell faster than him!

"Expelliarmus!"

The red spell struck Draco's right hand like a flashlight, knocking the wand out of his hand.

He turned around in horror and found Harry swooping down at him like a ferocious lion, seemingly trying to tear him alive!

"Malfoy!" Harry roared, every hair standing on end!

"How dare you hurt Cyrus!"

The anger seemed to make Harry lose his mind. His eyes were bloodshot and he shot spells at Draco like a wild beast. Draco calmed down immediately after losing his wand, and he took out the portkey without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

——

"Snapped!"

Voldemort reached out and crushed the shadow of this memory.

"So, this is what happened?" Voldemort asked emotionlessly.

Draco knelt weakly on the ground. His brain had just been forcefully pried open by Voldemort, and all the memories from a few minutes ago were displayed without leaving any details.

This feeling was uncomfortable. He felt like his brain was like thick paste...

"I almost succeeded, Lord Dark Lord..."

But no matter what, Draco knew he had failed.

He lowered his head, tears of fear flowed from his eyes, and his weak body was shaking and twitching. When he looked at Voldemort, he felt as if his heart was being pinched by a hand, and every time it beat, he was dancing in death.

"No, you are wrong, Draco." Voldemort said in a friendly tone this time, "You will not succeed from the beginning. Do you think I will really count on you to attack Cyrus?"

There was sarcasm in his tone, and he didn't know whose stupidity he was laughing at.

"Master, I don't understand what you mean?" Lucius still had tears on his face, looking confused.

Voldemort just smiled and did not answer, but little Barty opened his mouth to explain.

“The memory is certainly true, but it’s not without its flaws,” Barty Jr. said with a laugh.

Every detail of the memory in Draco's mind can be said to be flawless. The only flaw, and the biggest flaw, is that Draco actually succeeded. Even at the end of the memory, Draco was defeated by Harry again. .

"You wouldn't have made it even if Cyrus hadn't been holding a wand."

Apart from Voldemort, Barty Jr. can be said to be the person who knows best how powerful Cyrus is.

That night, he watched with his own eyes as Cyrus broke Voldemort's wrist. With such a terrifying body, it was impossible for ordinary spells to hurt Cyrus, but Draco actually wounded him with a sneak attack. This was also It's so incredible.

"From beginning to end, your memory is false." Voldemort sneered coldly.

His words instantly made Draco and Lucius's hearts sink. At this moment, their limbs were cold, and every pore in their bodies stung as if they had been scratched by a knife blade.

"This...I didn't, I didn't lie to you..." Draco begged, kissing Voldemort's instep.

But Voldemort's voice at this moment was colder than ice.

"Heads up, Draco!" he ordered.

Before Draco could take action, Voldemort had already forcefully controlled his body with magic. At this moment, Draco seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, and his face full of fear looked like a messy article. Thesis, every letter is twisted.

Now, Voldemort's magic was invading Draco's brain.

"Did you cheat on me with Cyrus, Draco?" he asked coldly.

And Draco could no longer make any sound.

His heart was broken, and he could only shake his head desperately, his face covered with running water looking dirty.

He probably looked at Voldemort for several seconds. This short moment could be said to be like a year to Draco. Every breath he took felt like he was experiencing a thousand years of torture.

Fortunately, Voldemort finally let go of him, and the thin ferret fell to the ground as if all his bones had been removed. Lucius quickly crawled over and held him in his arms.

"Master, master..."

At this moment, Lucius could not see any majesty. He was like a white-haired dog, lying on the ground whimpering and begging his master.

"Master, please, please spare Draco... This is not his fault, it is Harry Potter... If it weren't for him, Draco would have succeeded..."

"Don't worry," Voldemort crossed his fingers, sat high on the chair, half-lidded his eyes, and said relaxedly, "I won't do anything to Draco."

"You should be proud of Draco, Lucius," Voldemort seemed to get the answer he wanted from this moment of looking at each other, "He is as loyal to me as you are."

"It's not his fault that the memory has been modified. In other words, I had expected it."

Voldemort smiled proudly.

"I never thought this stupid plan would succeed. Rather, the current situation is what I want to see."