Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Albus Dumbledore resigned as President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and all matters were temporarily replaced by Vice-President Babajid Akinbad.

Early in the morning, the Daily Prophet brought such sensational news to every wizard.

Thinking that the war had stopped, Hagrid, who had returned from the giant tribe, read out the words on the newspaper one by one in disbelief. The large newspaper seemed to be only the size of a palm in his hand.

"It's unbelievable," he said. "If Dumbledore resigned, who would be able to do these jobs?"

"Of course Cyrus." Harry and others were invited to visit him. When they looked at Hagrid, they were all worried because he was not in very good condition. His body was covered with scars, and almost his entire face was covered in scars. Black and blue.

"Are you okay, Hagrid?" Hermione asked again.

"It's okay, dragon meat will make me feel better, and my physique is much better than the average person. This small injury is nothing." Hagrid just put down the newspaper, stretched out his huge and rough palm and picked up a piece from the table. He put the bloody flesh on his face, "But Cyrus, well, he's pretty good. Apart from Dumbledore, he's the only one."

He nodded vigorously, his knotted beard tangled together, blowing the wind like a fan.

"But I don't think it's easy. Some people don't support him." Hagrid added, "It's no wonder. Who made him want to break the confidentiality law?"

Today, Cyrus is Hagrid's most admired person besides Dumbledore.

The intersection between him and Cyrus was about Fantastic Beasts. Cyrus had previously helped him get acquainted with Newt, which made Hagrid very grateful to Cyrus. But more importantly, Cyrus saved Harry several times and defeated Voldemort.

He knew very well how terrifying Voldemort was, but Cyrus accomplished a feat that even Dumbledore failed to accomplish.

Who else could be the president of the International Confederation of Wizards?

It's a pity that internationally, not so many people recognize Voldemort's abilities. The devil in their hearts is always Grindelwald. At this point, those people's inner recognition of Grindelwald is no less than that of a saint.

A threat that possesses power alone will eventually be defeated, but someone like Grindelwald controls the mind.

Of course, Cyrus also defeated Grindelwald.

But because of this, the international community is more cautious about whether to let Cyrus become the next president of the International Federation of Wizards.

He is so good!

Possessing perhaps the most powerful power in the history of wizards, and trying to break the law of secrecy just like Grindelwald. No one can guarantee whether he will follow the same path as Grindelwald.

Fifty years ago, Grindelwald and Dumbledore could stop him, but what about now?

Even Dumbledore is no match for Cyrus.

"I said he really shouldn't be thinking about breaking the confidentiality law." Hager said that at this point, he had no way to support Sellers.

As a mixed-race giant, he may seem rough on the inside but is actually extremely sensitive. He knows what it's like to be an alien. Be it her, Maxim, or even Lupin...

Once their lineage is exposed among wizards, it will actually be difficult for them to survive in wizard society.

Although those people clearly know that werewolves can only lose control of themselves when the moon is full, even though they know that wolfsbane potion already exists, even though they know that a hybrid giant can also be kind...

But they still have no room for aliens.

Even wizards are like this, let alone Muggles?

Once the law of secrecy is broken, the wizard is a werewolf in another sense. Magic and wands are their sharp claws. Wizards can kill people just by moving their wands and chanting a spell - maybe they can live in harmony with Muggles, but for Muggles, why should they risk their lives to bet that you are a What about the good guys?

"But there are always benefits, right?" Harry wanted to say something for Cyrus.

He thought that if the law of secrecy was really broken, then he would be able to use charms in the Muggle world as well. He could have cast one or two little hexes on Dudley instead of just pretending to swing his wand twice.

It's a pity that with Hagrid's intelligence, he still can't understand such profound things.

He just thinks it's good now, so why do he have to make changes?

"It will only bring trouble to him." He said, "I think many people will not want to see him take the stage. At that time, many people will write to Dumbledore or even come directly to the school to ask him Re-assume the seat of president.”

Hagrid was right about this.

Ever since Dumbledore officially announced this, hundreds of owls have tapped their beaks on the headmaster's office windows every day. Now that piece of glass has been restored by his spell several times.

He would read every letter carefully, many of which were from his old friends. Every time he saw these things, he would write down his trust in Cyrus, thinking that Cyrus could handle these things well.

He had never given anyone such a huge sense of trust.

Perhaps on the one hand, he was convinced by Cyrus, and on the other hand, he might also want to let go and take off the burden on his shoulders.

The entire magical world cannot be lifted on his shoulders alone. He is indeed wise and powerful, and he loves and protects everyone in the magical world who deserves to be loved like an elder.

But the elders always have to let go of their hands and let the children go on their own.

In fact, he was very lucky that Cyrus and Voldemort were not the same kind of people, although Cyrus' original intention of breaking the secrecy law was also to rule two different worlds. But what Voldemort wanted was a chaotic world that was absolutely obedient to him, while Cyrus wanted order.

"Perhaps I should have let go and let the world develop on its own and see what it would become." He wrote quietly in the letter, "In fact, it may not get worse."

He finally finished writing the last letter, stood up from the chair, and stretched his slightly stiff palms.

It was already late, and he looked out the window, then at the wand on the table.

The Elder Wand.

In the last battle, Dumbledore gave him to Harry, and then Cyrus took control of it, but in the end, neither of them coveted the power and gave it back.

In the end, he still held this thing and refused to let go, just like Grindelwald secretly took away Voldemort's magical inheritance.

Always want to have a backup plan.

He laughed, his laughter full of contempt for himself.

He thought that he should not need this thing from now on - when his life is over, the Elder Wand will also lose its magic power with his natural death, because no one will defeat him.

So he was empty-handed. In fact, he was not empty-handed. He took the extra resurrection stone and walked out of the principal's office.

Although he knew that the Resurrection Stone could not really bring a person back to life, he still wanted to use the power of this thing to see Ariana. He did not intend to resurrect her, he just wanted to see her.

He wanted to find a place that was private enough to prevent others from discovering his little selfish thoughts.

In fact, the principal's office was very nice, but it was too small.

His poor sister Ariana has been locked up at home since she was a child. How can he bear to prevent her from seeing a wider space again?

He walked slowly through the dim corridors and met Fred and George who were wandering at night. He winked at the two energetic children and put his finger to his mouth, indicating that he would keep it a secret.

Later, he didn't know how he got to the astronomy tower.

Perhaps it's because this is the place closest to the stars in Hogwarts, and the vastest world can be seen just by raising your eyes.

Not far away are huge ring-shaped instruments that look like planetary rings.

Dumbledore turned the Resurrection Stone three times, illuminated by the flames of the Goblet of Fire.

Then, there seemed to be footsteps in the darkness - she came closer, and Dumbledore seemed to hear two footsteps, but his brain was too hazy at the moment to think too much, especially when he saw the figure coming from the darkness. A little shadow walking out.

She was very thin, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes contained pain and fear.

But she seems to be particularly cheerful and brave.

She was not half as tall as Dumbledore, and her thin floral skirt could no longer show any color because her body was translucent and her whole body was gray.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, his lips and teeth were trembling, and his vocal cords seemed to be pinched, making no sound.

Instead, Ariana spoke first.

"Hi, Albus."

A girl who looks less than ten years old calls "brother" to an old man with gray hair and a beard that can even fit into his belt. This seems too inconsistent. It is almost not real, but a phantom. , is a dream.

"Can you still recognize me?" Dumbledore forced a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with tears.

"I've been watching you," Ariana said.

"It's time for you to go back and see Aberforth."

When he was young, Dumbledore would occasionally visit his less literate but much better brother during school holidays. But after 1945, after Grindelwald injured a member of the Dumbledore family - Aberforth's son - they rarely saw each other again.

Especially in order to fight Voldemort, Dumbledore had to hide his relationship with Aberforth to prevent accidents.

Over time, not seeing each other has become a habit.

"I'm afraid he won't welcome me," he said sadly.

But he couldn't blame anyone.

Dumbledore knew that most people in the world thought he was the sun radiating from every pore in his body, and everyone thought he was great. But in fact he was anything but, and Aberforth was probably the only one who knew about his dark side.

He didn't dare to go back at all because he was afraid.

It was not the fear that Aberforth could knock the bridge of his nose crooked with his fist, that was the most innocuous thing.

What he fears is that Aberforth will bloodyly uncover his scars, tear off the fig leaf of his stature, and let him see how selfish he is.

He was a bastard who cared about himself more than his family. Not only was he determined to leave his sister behind in Godric's Hollow a century ago, but even now, when he looked at himself in the Mirror of Erised, he saw He also looked like he was embracing Grindelwald.

So this is punishment. He only deserves to stay in Hogwarts alone and miserable. He only deserves to receive countless magic books every Christmas - how ironic, isn't that what he longed for when he was young?

At that time, he felt that he was talented but was dragged down by a miserable family. He wrote letters day and night to people who were very prestigious in the magic world at the time, hoping to gain their appreciation.

He did succeed.

In the dark night, the two of them were silent for a long time. Dumbledore slowly walked under the starry sky and walked to the edge of the tower. He did not notice that Ariana seemed a little weird at the moment.

She seemed unstable, as if the Resurrection Stone receiver was about to be disconnected from the world of death. Her body was distorted and her expression turned into worry.

In the shadow of the dark tower, another tall shadow slowly approached.

Ariana looked panicked, she must have wanted to say something, she wanted to warn Dumbledore, but she couldn't.

Until Dumbledore asked that question——

"Ariana, do you remember," Dumbledore did not turn around, and the words swirled in his throat several times before he spit it out with difficulty, "do you still remember whose spell hit you at that time? ?”

The answer to this question has tortured him for nearly a century, and he really needs to know what the truth is.

However, he was once worried that he was the one who killed Ariana, but now, out of his own selfishness, he hopes that the spell was caused by his mistake. In this way, Grindelwald and Aberforth were helpless that day. Sinful.

Dumbledore is willing to take all the blame.

But there was no response from behind.

His heart was tormented. He turned around and saw Ariana standing in front of the Goblet of Fire. The light from the Goblet of Fire filtered through her translucent body, making it unreal.

"Ariana?" He realized something was wrong and frowned.

"Albus..." Ariana's expression had begun to become painful, and she looked at him sadly, as if she was mourning for him.

She was pitying the old man.

Then, Dumbledore saw another phantom overlapping Ariana's shadow.

Most of the figure was gray. He was wrapped in a robe. With a gentle wave of his hand, Ariana's figure twisted.

"Ariana!" Dumbledore rushed over nervously. He tried to grab something, but Ariana dissipated like grains of sand.

Now, instead, the appearance of the black figure became clear - Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"Cyrus?"

The man who looked exactly like Cyrus shook his head contemptuously.

"I'm not Cyrus," he said. "You can call me, Death, Albus Dumbledore."

He picked up the Elder Wand from nowhere and pointed it at Dumbledore's heart.

"boom!!!"

In an instant, huge lightning struck the gray tower!