Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

time.

Like death, it is a magical force that exists naturally in this world and is difficult to crack.

They are innate and can be manipulated by non-wizards as they wish, just as even the most powerful wizards cannot avoid death. Voldemort tried his best to create Horcruxes and used the Resurrection Stone to reshape his body, but in fact, since his body was destroyed by Lily's spell more than ten years ago, his life was no longer truly alive.

Even taking into account his half-dead appearance, his lifespan is not very long among wizards, and he is not even ninety years old!

"Time turner?" Fitzgerald looked over in surprise, "I thought that after the Ministry of Magic's Time Hall was completely destroyed, the magic of time would never be controlled by wizards again."

What makes the power of time work is actually not the spell words inscribed on the converter, but the sands of time.

Now that most of the Sands of Time have been destroyed, the small converter in Cyrus' hand is theoretically unable to function. But his magical power is so powerful that time seems to have become a plaything in his hands, and the golden light wheel is reversing in circles!

"Are you planning to go to such a long time ago?" Percival asked worriedly, "You shouldn't do this. No one knows what the consequences will be."

Of course, Voldemort knew.

He reversed time for decades and returned to all eras he lived in. He even escaped the punishment of time...

But at that time, he took help from the Time Hall and passed on the side effects that time had brought to him. As for now, the price you have to pay to reverse time will only be higher!

"I don't need to reverse time, I just need to see the past." Cyrus said calmly.

One difference between him and Voldemort is that he still has some respect for many things, such as time and the laws of nature. He doesn't want to take insurance unless he has to.

Under the power of time, the illusory shadow became clearer and clearer.

Cyrus frowned slightly - the man looked old enough, with sparse and dry hair, and his torso was almost bent at ninety degrees... He was leaning on a cane, but Cyrus couldn't tell what his wrist was and what it was. The crutch is more shriveled than anyone else, and he is like a walking mummy.

With every step he took, Cyrus wondered if he would stop breathing immediately.

With just one glance, Cyrus ruled out the idea that he was a transfer student.

If that transfer student really existed, Cyrus didn't believe that it would take just a few hundred years for a powerful wizard to become like this. The man in front of him is destined to be even more ancient and deeply immersed in the quagmire of black magic.

"Do you have any impression of him?" Cyrus asked.

In fact, for some reason, he felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

But the four guardians shook their heads at the same time.

"I'm afraid we have never seen this person, but the question is how he came to the Knowledge Pavilion and what his purpose was." Rookwood said.

"You'll know just by looking at it." Cyrus continued to release magic power. His palms were slightly bent, and the knob on his wrist seemed to be turning the clockwork of time. He saw the zombie-like man opening the starry sky-like ground, as if moving toward Xinghai took a step forward.

"He went underground," Sellers said.

"But there is nothing underneath the Qiuzhi Pavilion." Sen Bakar said doubtfully.

Until now, they still don't know what the purpose of this mysterious guy is.

They all waited for time to continue to turn around, but at this time, the screen seemed to freeze suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

Fitzgerald asked subconsciously, but there was no need for Cyrus to answer her question, because the answer was already displayed in front of them——

The old man suddenly raised his head - only then did everyone see his face clearly - it was a face full of wrinkles, and the folds on his face were more uneven than the Whomping Willow in Hogwarts. The uneven bark is exaggerated.

His eyes were also cloudy, as if rice and noodles had been mixed together.

It’s hard to imagine what such eyes can see, but he can not only see the road in front of him, but also see the current Cyrus across the torrent of time...

He grinned - as if tearing open a piece of dead skin... Then, countless maggots squirmed out of his body...

Sellers suddenly felt creepy.

All images disappeared.

"He found us!" Rookwood's voice became sharp. He really didn't expect that he had become a portrait, but he was still frightened by the scene just now.

Seeing the future from the past, they dare not think about who actually has such powerful power. He is simply no longer a human being, maybe a god.

"Who is that?!"

"Whoever that is, I dare say he is not alive." Fitzgerald said seriously.

In fact, she didn't need to say anything, everyone could feel the aura of death lingering around that terrible guy. It seemed like that guy had just crawled out of the soil not long ago, and there were still so many rot worms hidden in his body.

It took the guardians a while to calm down.

Only then did they realize that Cyrus seemed to have not spoken for a long time. He was just standing there, his head lowered in thought.

In fact, Cyrus was searching for all the memories in his brain at this moment - since the moment of his resurrection, every bit of it so far was playing in his mind like a movie.

He was like a bystander, trying to find traces related to the mysterious man.

But he found nothing.

"How about it, did you remember anything?"

Cyrus shook his head.

"My brain is like a living pensieve. All memories and details cannot escape my eyes. If I had really seen that person, I would not be able to find any trace." He said, "We are still Let’s start from another angle, please open the magic seal of Qiuzhi Pavilion.”

The four guardians nodded, and in an instant, the door to the underground opened again in front of Cyrus' eyes.

He walked down the spiral staircase - returning to this place again gave Cyrus a completely different feeling.

Most of the huge cave has collapsed, the road has been broken by huge rocks, and there are ruins everywhere. Thanks to the spell, this did not cause Hogwarts Castle to collapse, but everything here was almost buried.

Cyrus waved his arms as he walked down. He only needed to move his palms to move a boulder weighing dozens of tons away from his face. With just one thought, he could rejoin the broken road. stand up.

Soon he reached the end of the road.

There was originally a hollow building made of goblin mithril. Under the ground of Hogwarts, it was beating like the dragon veins of the earth and the ancient and magnificent heart.

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon."

Now the dragon has fallen asleep in Cyrus' body, leaving only the empty mithril shell.

There is nothing here, so what is that person's purpose?

He turned his eyes around and suddenly realized that something was missing here——

——

"What do you want to do by leaving this behind?"

In the principal's office, Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses, stared at the thing in Grindelwald's palm, and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't tell me you want an animal too."

"You call this a small animal?" Grindelwald shook his head and smiled. He lifted it up casually, revealing the thing's true appearance - a small black dragon.

It is Morgana's legacy, the part taken by Voldemort.

After Voldemort died, this thing did not dissipate, but was taken away by Grindelwald.

"This huge magic power surprises even me - you don't want it at all?" He pinched one of the black dragon's tails, as if asking: Do you want some French fries?

The little black dragon was naturally a little annoyed at being treated like this. He bent his head and planned to bite Grindelwald's finger.

"What do I need this for?" Dumbledore asked. He looked particularly relaxed, as if he had become several years younger all of a sudden. "I think it will no longer be my time in the future. For me, powerful power will no longer matter. It’s of no use anymore.”

"Aren't you worried about Cyrus?" Grindelwald put the black dragon into the pocket of his windbreaker like a gecko, then turned around and sat elegantly on the chair.

"He wants to break the law of secrecy. After so many years, the bandage of the law of secrecy has protected the wizards' wounds, but it has also been completely integrated with the newly grown flesh and blood. Once it is torn, it will be dripping with blood!" Green DeVoe said with certainty, "Actually, this is not just a conflict between Muggles and wizards, but also a conflict within wizards."

What he said was absolutely correct.

Most wizards in this world are old school.

They live day by day and have no long-term vision. Just like the British government, as long as the problem has not arisen, even if there are hidden dangers, there is no problem. Even if the problem has arisen, they will still say it.

Since one can live while wrapped in a shroud, why go through the pain of removing it?

"There are now a large number of wizards who trust him and regard him as an idol, but his followers are too few, far less than what I had at the time." Grindelwald said.

In order to win over believers and strengthen his power, Grindelwald made speeches everywhere and instigated rebellion against Aurors. He was as inspiring as a mustache in the wizarding world. Even when he was arrested and imprisoned, he did not forget to rebel against the jailer.

But Sellers did very little.

"Once he says he's going to break the law of secrecy, I'm afraid not many people will be willing to follow him," Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore also groaned.

Opposition means conflict.

"What do you think he will do?" Grindelwald asked.

"I believe Cyrus will not take the same drastic measures as you." Dumbledore still expressed his confidence in Cyrus.

"Really? How much do you know about him? Do you know why he broke the law of secrecy?" Grindelwald asked again, "For himself or for the wizarding world?"

Even the greater good has different sides.

Fifty years ago, Grindelwald represented the interests of wizards, while Dumbledore chose to side with Muggles.

And what about Cyrus?

Maybe he's just doing it for himself.

"Not to mention, does he have any agenda? Does he have any practical plan? Or does he plan to use violence to forcefully break through this barrier?" Grindelwald asked.

His words were a little unkind, and there was even a feeling that Cyrus was still young. But in fact the issues he mentioned are very critical.

"His ideas are too general. If he makes the wrong move, Muggles will become enemies of wizards, and conservative wizards will become enemies of revolutionary factions, to prevent conflicts even among his own followers. !”

Even among the reformists, some are radical and some are soft.

"The magic world may become chaotic first. At that time, even if he doesn't plan to start a war, he may be unable to help himself."

Grindelwald's concerns also made Dumbledore worried.

He cannot be said to be a completely selfless person - at least he thinks so - but years of work have made Dumbledore accustomed to considering the overall situation rather than the individual.

"I will find time to have a good talk with him." Dumbledore's biggest worry still came from Cyrus himself.

He knew Cyrus broke the law of secrecy in order to rule both worlds.

Cyrus is not as secretive about power as Dumbledore. On the contrary, Cyrus is better at using power and his power.

Take Fudge, for example. This guy who adapts to the situation dares to stumble Dumbledore, but he doesn't dare to be disrespectful to Cyrus. Because Dumbledore wouldn't do anything to him, but Cyrus would really kill him.

And the power that Cyrus valued was definitely not a position like Minister of Magic or Prime Minister. He wanted more - it was absolute power, strong power!

It was hard for Dumbledore to imagine whether it would be a good thing for this world to have a dictator in two worlds at the same time.

"What about you? What do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked.

"I didn't want to do anything." Grindelwald shook his head and said with a very sincere expression. "I chose to help Voldemort in order to destroy Cyrus because I saw the prophecy of your death. But now this prophecy seems It has been broken, and there is no need for me to go against Cyrus." He shrugged, "As for the confidentiality law...that kind of thing."

At this point, he let out a laugh.

There was bitterness in this laughter, and it was obvious that Grindelwald was laughing at his stubborn self.

"I acted according to the program you customized for me, thinking that my dream was like this-for the greater good, and I was deeply involved in it, but I forgot that I was not so obsessed at the beginning." He said.

His greatest obsession was the two months of infatuation in Godric's Hollow, nothing else.

Of course, the most regretful thing.