Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Ministry of Magic. ░▒▓██▓▒░

When Fudge slowly came to work at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had been waiting in his office for a long time.

"Dumbledore?"

Fudge was startled, as if a primary school student was afraid of meeting his head teacher.

"You...why are you here?" He looked very uneasy and put his hat on the hanger very restrainedly.

In the more than a month since Dumbledore disappeared, Fudge felt more at ease than ever before. There is no need to seek advice from the other party, all policies are decided by himself. To be honest, this is the first time since he took office for so long that he truly feels that he is the Minister of Magic.

Before, he was more like Dumbledore's puppet.

All this time has passed, and nothing seems to have gone wrong, right?

Fudge didn't want to see Dumbledore come back.

It would have been better for him without Dumbledore. Although it was Malfoy who drove away Dumbledore, Fudge himself was now the beneficiary. After seeing Dumbledore, he naturally felt a little guilty.

"I've come to get a few things, Fudge. I want—Voldemort—"

Fudge's face paled a little, and he said tremblingly: "Don't mention that name, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said sternly: "I know that this name caused too much panic and death back then, but now, it is just a name. Fearing it will only intensify the fear itself, which does no good."

"I, I think we should talk about why you came here." Fudge skipped the topic with sweat on his forehead.

Dumbledore could only continue: "I want to know, his wand should still be kept in the Ministry of Magic, right? No one came here to steal it, right?"

The Ministry of Magic has a special department that is used to keep the wands of some criminals. Many of the wands belonging to the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are still in safe hands at the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic usually does not use broken wands as punishment for pure-blood wizards, because it is extremely easy for pure-blood wizards to get a new wand. Not everyone believes that the wand chooses the wizard.

"Yes, of course that person's wand is kept the most closely guarded, but..."

"I just want to confirm, Fudge. Also," Dumbledore blinked, "I also want to pick up something for another student in advance."

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It still takes some craftsmanship and steps to condense the fountain of life into the Philosopher's Stone, but once the biggest problem is solved, the rest is nothing.

Two days before the mandrake fully matured, the red "fountain of life" in the crucible finally condensed into a bright red, but slightly turbid-looking, irregular prismatic stone.

It looks like a small red crystal or a ripe pomegranate fruit.

"It finally worked."

Cyrus held the magic stone in surprise. The magic power contained in the stone was enough to refine endless elixirs, and it was even easier to turn stone into gold. He gave it a try and instantly turned a table into gold.

It wasn't just the outside, Cyrus cut open the table and the inside turned to gold.

Then, he extracted a bottle of blood-red potion from the Philosopher's Stone and drank it in one gulp. As the hot blood flowed into his throat, Cyrus clearly felt that the magic of life began to spread inside Ginny's body. , filling in the part of her life that was missing before.

The Philosopher's Stone is really finished.

However, it is still a mystery whether the magic stone can create a living, living, and living body. Voldemort tried to use the Philosopher's Stone, but it didn't work out.

But Cyrus had no time to wait any longer.

The afternoon before the mandrake matured, Harry and Ron found an opportunity to go to the bathroom. Cyrus did not want them to discover the location of the secret room at this juncture, let alone——

"Hermione has something to say to you in the school doctor's office." He whispered, cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and held the Marauder's Map tightly in his hand.

By this time, his breathing was getting heavier.

He knew it wasn't nervousness, but excitement.

"Meg is patrolling on the third floor. I need to make a noise to lure her there."

Cyrus walked quickly in the castle, and when he turned the corner on the fifth floor, he met Lockhart, who was fiddling with his hair and walking back to the office. Then I saw Harry and Ron sneaking away from the Gryffindor team and turning into a path.

"Would it be better if we took Mr. Riddle with us?"

He heard Ron whisper to Harry.

"I mean, he and Myrtle are students of the same era. Maybe Myrtle will open her heart a little more when she sees someone who has been through the same thing as herself."

"But we are too late." Harry reminded, "Ginny is not in the same grade as us."

"You're right," Ron said. They didn't even have a chance to go back and get the invisibility cloak.

Cyrus passed the two of them, and suddenly Harry paused and glanced back.

He seemed to see a familiar shadow, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in his heart - it seemed that at this moment, he had just missed his fate.

But there was nothing there, just a ray of sunlight shining in, and the dust beating softly in the empty corridor.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"It's nothing, let's go."

The two of them didn't dare to wait too long, but Cyrus turned the corner and deliberately made a noise, attracting Mag.

"Potter! Weasley! What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a straight line and looked at the two of them sternly, "I heard where you seemed to be going?"

"We want - we want -" Ron stammered, "we want to - go see -"

"Hermione," Harry said. Ron and Professor McGonagall both looked at him.

"We haven't seen her for a long time, Professor." Harry stepped on Ron's foot and said in one breath, "We just wanted to sneak to the hospital and tell her that the mandrakes were about to grow and call her do not worry."

Cyrus heard that Mag was so moved by the two of them that he almost cried. He moved on and lifted the disillusionment spell at the door of the bathroom.

He looked up at the wall of the corridor. The writing he left last time was still there, as if no one in the entire castle could clean it up.

This time, he needs to leave something new——

"Her bones will remain in the secret chamber forever."

The bright red text seemed to be written in blood, stinging everyone who saw it with fear.

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