Hogwarts: Damn it, I became Voldemort

Chapter 192 Fire Dragon: I’m sweating profusely, brother.

The pistol in Harry's hand was a birthday gift from Cyrus, and it was considered a test subject.

Alchemical firearms created through magic emit not bullets, but magic spells.

Compared with the firearm itself, the magic bullets that are consumables are actually the truly precious things. After all, even Mr. Weasley can complete this level of alchemy to transform firearms, and even Fred and George have followed suit and made a replica.

However, the two of them did not know much about the internal structure of the gun, which resulted in the cursed bullet exploding the chamber. The curse engraved on the bullet was a curse. After the explosion, it directly acted on George and Fred. Immediately, huge front teeth sprouted that even Mr. Weasley couldn't decipher.

After living with the teeth for two days, Mr. Weasley found a saw to cut off their teeth and restore them to their original shape.

But an accident of this magnitude is nothing to a child who grew up in a magical family. When Ron was a child, the twins burned a hole in his tongue!

A small mistake made the twins more interested in alchemy pistols, but their alchemy foundation was not up to par, and the structure of the modified firearms was not stable. More importantly, they had no way to make their own magic bullets.

So after Harry used up all the magic bullets, the pistol became a toy of little use.

Harry didn't understand why Hermione was making such a fuss.

"Because it is illegal to modify Muggle items without permission, Harry." Mr. Weasley explained for her. "This law was customized by me. In fact, I made most of the laws related to Muggles."

"But your car..." Harry looked at him and hesitated.

Although everyone knows some hidden rules, they cannot be brought to the table.

Everything here is surprising, all the floors are covered with velvet, especially in the top box, the chairs here are all purple and gold, looking very luxurious, as if everything is covered with a layer of Golden light.

After the magically modified car was discovered two years ago, Arthur suffered a little and almost lost his job.

"There's always a loophole, Harry." Arthur smiled softly and put a finger in front of his mouth to signal Harry to stop talking.

Vader didn't seem to care that much about the atmosphere in front of him.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley into the venue. Hundreds of thousands of people walked together on the purple carpet and took their seats one after another.

Only Ms. Maxim, sitting at the other end, felt very anxious.

Dumbledore's eyes kept moving back and forth between Cyrus and Vader. It could be seen that he had a lot to say to Cyrus and Vader, so that several people fell into silence at the same time, and the atmosphere became very tense. weird.

Without his instructions, the Magical Congress had already blocked the news.

After all, the Magic Congress of Notre Dame was defeated by one person. If such a shameful thing were to spread, all the important members of the Congress would probably lose their heads in the international community.

While waiting for the game to start, Harry saw Mr. Weasley shaking hands with someone. He expected that Cyrus might appear among these people, but he didn't see it until the end.

However, facing Dumbledore at this moment, little Barty did not dare to take risks, so he still changed into Maxim's appearance and came in person.

The issue is--

But that incident was actually an invisible confrontation between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood family headed by Malfoy. It was settled after Dumbledore returned to school.

Of course, her real identity is Barty Crouch Jr. After Voldemort left, Barty Jr. gave up his plan to get rid of Maxime, and instead imprisoned her and cast the Imperius Curse on her just like he did with Lupin before.

Cyrus didn't care about this weird atmosphere. Strength was his greatest guard of honor. He didn't even have any disguise, but sat in front of Dumbledore as his true self.

Moreover, there was no cover-up of what he did in North America. Only the incident of causing trouble at the Magic Congress is still unknown today.

Harry couldn't help but reach out and touch it, but quickly retracted his hand as if being pricked by a needle, for fear of breaking something and being asked to pay for it.

On a huge round table, four people sat in the four corners of the southeast, northwest and northwest.

This old lady is calm and composed, and her facial features and temperament can still vaguely reveal her glamorous look back then.

In fact, Cyrus was at the Ministry of Magic at this time.

Dumbledore was silent at this moment. Could it be that he saw his disguise?

For a moment, little Barty was sweating profusely.

He fidgeted and almost wanted to speak, but Dumbledore finally spoke after a long silence.

He looked at Cyrus.

"I didn't expect you to become the headmaster of Ilvermorny. Was it your suggestion that Ilvermorny participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Dumbledore asked softly with a smile on his face.

Cyrus leaned back a little, and he noticed that the moment Dumbledore spoke to him, Ms. Vader's expression became a little less happy.

The wrinkles on her face tightened a little at that moment, and the look she looked at Cyrus was a little unkind.

But in fact, she had a cold face from the moment she walked in, so no one except Cyrus noticed the slight change in her expression.

Cyrus suspected that she might not be Vader himself, but some jealous gas stove king.

But he didn't expose it.

"I opened the Chamber of Secrets. Is it reasonable to inherit the school established by the descendants of Slytherin?" Cyrus asked rhetorically. "Mr. Butt and the students are very enthusiastic and think that I am the chosen one. There is no one except me." I am qualified for the position of principal."

"Are you sure they are enthusiastic and not afraid?" Ms. Vida mocked lightly.

As soon as she spoke, she finally caught Dumbledore's eyes. He looked over and seemed a little timid.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Ms. Rolzi. I'm surprised that you became the principal of Durmstrang."

"It's your student's fault, Dumbledore." Vader said coldly, "It's called Voldemort, right? If it hadn't been for him, that insidious villain Karkaroff wouldn't have died."

Vida seemed to be saying that there was nothing she could do about her becoming the principal.

But this level of excuse could not dispel Dumbledore's suspicion. Every word of the old man was testing.

"It's not easy to come here. Did you come alone?" Dumbledore's breathing became heavier.

Vader, or Grindelwald, understood what he meant and snorted coldly. He didn't beat around the bush with Dumbledore and asked directly: "Or do you think he is still alive?"

His cold gaze fell on Dumbledore, as if he was torturing him. "You defeated him and you are famous. Everyone respects you because you defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald, but is this really the case? He never really lost the ability to resist. We are all waiting for him. return."

The greatest wizard actually gave in. He did not dare to look directly into Grindelwald's eyes, lowering his head like a child who had made a mistake.

Little Barty smelled the gossip, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Cyrus picked up the melon seeds, looking like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Grindelwald naturally noticed that Cyrus looked like he was eating something, but he didn't care at all. He was deliberately trying to embarrass Dumbledore, so that he seemed a bit aggressive.

"Do you really think you can defeat him with the legendary wand? It was never you who defeated Grindelwald, but 'love'. Otherwise, even if he lost, he would not be willing to be imprisoned In Nurmengard! But what about you?

"He wrote you so many letters and used up all the letter paper that he could only write on scraps of sheets. What about you-"

"Without a reply, he suffered from loneliness for fifty years. Do you know how he spent his time other than watching the scenery?"

Grindelwald's questions were heart-breaking, as if countless blades had stabbed Dumbledore's heart, causing blood to drip from his heart!

His originally tall body now looked like a candle, swaying in the wind and rain.

"Don't tell me you're just starting to mourn for him now." Grindelwald said coldly.

"He is dead. He died in Nurmengard where no one cares about him."

"Who will love you from now on, Dumbledore?"

The conference room fell into silence once again.

Dumbledore seemed to be shrouded in sadness and self-blame. Some of the emotions he usually suppressed deep in his heart were buried in the sand. When there is no explosion, everything seems to be calm. But once the sediment is washed away, they will be exposed naked to the outside.

Tears filled his eyes.

"Feeling the sting of love, Dumbledore?" Cyrus put down the melon seeds in his hand, breaking the sad atmosphere.

Dumbledore also realized his gaffe, took off his glasses, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his old fingers.

"Sorry, people can't help but be a little sentimental when they get older."

"Sentimental?" Grindelwald murmured, seeming a little unhappy with Dumbledore's answer, but he did not continue to pester him. After all, these were his own sins, and he could only Pay it off slowly.

"Let's continue talking about the Triwizard Tournament," Grindelwald said like an old duelist who had just finished the confrontation with Dumbledore and immediately turned his attention to Cyrus.

"The Triwizard Tournament has nothing to do with Ilvermorny since ancient times. What are you doing here?" Grindelwald looked at Cyrus with a paranoid and rigid look, and showed his rejection without concealment. It was almost as if he had explicitly rejected Cyrus's request.

"Just because we didn't have a relationship before doesn't mean we can't have a relationship in the future, ma'am," Cyrus said. "Since this tradition can be stopped, it can naturally be modified. There's nothing wrong with turning it into a Four-wizard tournament."

As Cyrus said this, he stood up from his position, put his hands on the table, and leaned his upper body forward.

He spoke slowly:

"The world is getting smaller, gentlemen."

"In the past, wizards themselves guarded their small territories and never left home, but now, magical regimes in various countries have been established, and the International Federation of Wizards is also taking effect. Although wizards in Europe are separated from wizards in South and North America, Half a world away, but still able to sit together. The Quidditch World Cup is the perfect example. I am sure that if this tradition can continue, other wizarding schools will be willing to join in. Wizarding children all over the world will Learning and competing together is a good thing——

Cyrus paused, his gaze resting on Grindelwald disguised as Vader for a few seconds, and then continued:

"Only by breaking the barrier can wizards see further."

"If he were still alive, he might have many things in common with you." Grindelwald seemed to be deliberately directing Cyrus's words to the sensitive topic between wizards and Muggles.

He wanted to see what Cyrus's attitude was towards the secrecy law.

"Of course, the same goes for breaking the barrier between the wizarding and Muggle worlds." Cyrus didn't care about Grindelwald's temptation.

The power he now possesses is enough that he doesn't have to be secretive.

Besides, he believed that with Dumbledore's wisdom, it was impossible for him to think that Muggles were useless. As long as they have strengths, it's worth learning.

Only Barty Jr. present felt that Cyrus was so ridiculous and unreasonable!

He couldn't imagine that Voldemort, a person who hated Muggles, how could Cyrus, who was born from his soul, be close to Muggles? How can you think that something so lowly is worth supporting?

'Sure enough, the sad and lowly part of the soul has been split out! '

Little Barty thought.

He already knew Voldemort's secret - Horcruxes!

I also know how Cyrus appeared.

Both he and Voldemort believed that Cyrus must be the Muggle part of Voldemort's soul.

Little Barty wanted to angrily rebuke Cyrus's hateful thoughts, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He has not forgotten who he is now.

"There is no difference between three schools or four schools. I want to know how you plan to compete at that time?" Barty Jr. asked.

What matters to him is the progress of the game, and what matters to him is the resurrection of Voldemort.

"I don't think this competition needs to be limited to Hogwarts." He raised an opinion, "The rules of the Triwizard Tournament hundreds of years ago are a bit too old, don't you think?"

Little Barty's proposal was approved by everyone. However, they cannot know the specific content of the competition in advance. Even Dumbledore.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic and even the four magical regimes will discuss it together.

"I just wish it was a little more difficult." Cyrus raised his eyebrows and teased.

If the difficulty of the competition is still the same as in the original work, then Cyrus will have a moment of silence for those fire dragons in advance.

"Also, this competition will be open to the entire wizarding world and be seen by all wizards. I hope it will be hosted by the International Federation of Wizards, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)