Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 221

c221 Voldemort’s time travel

Department of Mysteries.

Almost two and a half hours ago.

When all the warriors’ “treasures” were placed here, “Gabrielle” opened her scarlet eyes.

Or rather, it was Voldemort.

Since he decided to participate in the tournament, Voldemort had never thought of leaving. He just created the illusion of leaving to make Cyrus and Dumbledore suspicious.

The plan after that was obvious.

He stood up and looked around the room he was in – all kinds of strange brains let him know where he was.

“The Brain Hall?” Voldemort smiled coldly, “Consciousness is indeed full of mysteries, but this is not the place I want.”

He walked around the Brain Hall and did not find the “treasures” of other warriors. Obviously, they were all placed in different rooms.

“It’s a pity that I didn’t see Harry Potter,”

He shook his head regretfully, otherwise, he could take back one of his soul fragments first.

“Forget it, it won’t be too late to get the last soul fragment after I come back from time.” Voldemort thought to himself, and walked out of the Hall of the Brain.

Speaking of which, this was his first time to come to the Department of Mysteries. Before this, he had only heard of this place, but had never set foot in it himself.

After leaving the Hall of the Brain, Voldemort found himself in a round room with twelve identical doors tightly closed, and then quickly rotating in front of his eyes.

Although there are only twelve doors, no one knows which door he has been to before, and which door is behind which danger…

Of course, this is not a difficult task for Voldemort.

There are people among the Death Eaters who have worked in the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort has already known how to distinguish them.

His snake-like eyes swept over the doors one by one.

“Hall of Death, Hall of Prophecy…”

Speaking of the Hall of Prophecy, Voldemort remembered that there should be a prophecy about himself and Harry here.

This is about how that little baby defeated the great Dark Lord more than a decade ago. Logically, Voldemort should care about it. And he is eager to know the full content of the prophecy so that he can find a way to break the prophecy.

But now, although the idea of ​​the prophecy has emerged in Voldemort’s mind, he has never moved a step.

It’s just a prophecy, not to mention that it is about Harry Potter. There is no need for him to check it now.

Voldemort now doesn’t care about the prophecy anymore.

After several contacts with Harry, he has found that the child is nothing special and not worth his attention.

He even wondered why he was so stupid more than a decade ago. He actually believed in the prophecy and made a big fuss about a little devil. So much so that now he has lost control of his Horcruxes, making Cyrus an independent individual and against him.

But it doesn’t matter. He will soon be able to correct history and change the mistakes he has made!

Since history can be changed, Voldemort is sure that as long as he goes back to the past, he can erase Cyrus’ existence to a certain extent.

As long as he travels through time a few times, he can get the Philosopher’s Stone to revive his body and retrieve all his souls from the past.

Voldemort believes that when he regains all his power, no one in this world can be his opponent!

Not even Cyrus!

But in the final analysis, whether Cyrus still exists is a question.

He laughed coldly and strode towards the Hall of Time.

The Hall of Time was a little too dazzling for Voldemort. The clocks moving around made a ticking sound, and the light like diamonds burst around the room…

Voldemort ignored these flashy things, walked through a huge floor clock that was taller than a person, and walked to the end of the room –

This is the source of all the light in the whole room, the beginning and end of time!

In front of Voldemort was a transparent glass cover with sparkling airflow floating inside.

With the movement of the airflow, a small hummingbird went from life to death, and then came back to life, just like the waves on the coast, rising and falling over and over again.

“How could I not realize that the immortality I pursue is actually right in front of me!”

In comparison, the Horcrux is only an imperfect power after all.

It certainly has its advantages. With the Horcrux, you can get a long life and an immortal body in a short time. But the disadvantages are also obvious. Once the Horcrux is made, it will eventually become an external object.

Voldemort stretched out his finger towards the glass cover and tapped it lightly. The next moment, the glass melted and shattered like ice.

He immediately stretched out his hand to the swirling airflow, and then a thick black gas was released around Gabrielle’s body. A monster like thick smoke left her body and completely disappeared in time…

Time travel is a wonderful feeling. Voldemort felt that his surroundings were frozen in an instant. The whole world seemed to be sunlight shining on colored glass, leaving a dreamy color.

Then, everything was stretched out very long, and he could hardly see anything. Only endless phantoms passed silently by his side and finally overlapped together…

——

“What’s going on?”

Grindelwald still hasn’t figured out what happened.

The ability to predict is fraught with uncertainty. Even if Grindelwald immediately used that special eye to observe the future, what he could see would be one-sided and fragmented.

He only had one suspicion now—perhaps Voldemort, known as the Dark Lord, had done something.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore’s back cautiously, wondering whether he should tell him about his “joining forces” with Voldemort. But even though they were joining forces, Grindelwald actually didn’t know what Voldemort’s plan was.

He just wanted to make sure Dumbledore stayed alive and wasn’t killed by Cyrus. Thinking of this, Grindelwald looked past Dumbledore and rested on Cyrus.

This guy looks so old now, as if picking up a wand is difficult, it’s a good chance to kill him!

If it had been fifty years ago, he would have killed Cyrus without even thinking!

but now……

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore’s back, his eyes flickered, and the fingers of the hand holding the wand twirled slightly, but he still did not make a move.

In comparison, Cyrus and Dumbledore knew much more.

Dumbledore’s face was filled with worry at this moment.

The rules of time are broken, and the only possibility is that there is something wrong with the Time Hall. Thinking that he had just sent the three warriors to the Time Hall, Dumbledore couldn’t help but start to worry about their lives.

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Is Fleur really possessed by Voldemort?

He looked solemnly, looked at Cyrus, and asked: “Cyrus, have you noticed anything wrong with Fleur Delacour?”

Dumbledore knew that Cyrus had the ability to see traces of ancient magic. Maybe he could discover things that he couldn’t?

However, Cyrus slowly shook his head. He seemed to be afraid of vigorous exercise for fear of breaking his neck if he was not careful.

He looked as old as Dumbledore and Grindelwald combined before they became young, so that even his voice was hoarse and it was very difficult to speak.

But even so, Cyrus didn’t look particularly embarrassed.

He said firmly: “It’s not Fleur.” After a pause, he added, “But it is indeed Delacour!”

It was only now that Cyrus figured out what happened. In other words, he barely paid attention to Voldemort, so that after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Fleur, he didn’t think much about it.

It now seems that Voldemort is hiding in Gabrielle and has been in the Department of Mysteries from the beginning.

But Cyrus didn’t expect that Voldemort would break the rules of time…

He reversed time and changed history. What exactly did he want to get?

life?

Or maybe a soul? !

“We have to go to the Department of Mysteries immediately!” Dumbledore quickly made a decision. He glanced at Cyrus, who was so old that he could hardly move, and thought that this time he could only go by himself. “You can stay here. , Cyrus.”

But Cyrus sneered and shook his head. He looked at Grindelwald and said softly: “I thought you would take the opportunity of my weakness to kill me, Grindelwald.”

“I don’t think there’s any need for me to take action, you’re going to die yourself.” Grindelwald said calmly.

Cyrus looked even scarier than before.

His wrinkled skin had mottled age spots, and his whole body seemed to smell like a rotting corpse. The power of time never stopped turning on his body. He looked like he had been exposed to the scorching sun for months. On the river bed, the dry skin seemed to have cracked, and when it moved slightly, it turned into debris and fell down.

Dumbledore also looked over worriedly. Cyrus looked indeed worrying at this moment.

He felt like he was looking at a piece of paper that had been dried by fire. It looked like it was still one piece, but in fact, with just a light touch, it immediately turned into ashes.

“Do you think I’m going to die?” Cyrus said as he spoke. The old and shriveled body seemed to have only a skeleton and more skin fell off. But it happened to be like this. Instead, one could feel the breath of life growing upwards. !

Grindelwald looked surprised.

“Boom!!”

“Boom!!”

He heard the sound of a heart beating violently in the silent darkness. The heart was vigorous and powerful, as if it was the pulsation of life itself!

Amidst the drumbeat of life, Cyrus seemed to be enveloped in golden brilliance, and time began to reverse again!

It was as if something had refilled his blood vessels and moisturized his skin – the wrinkles all over his body were smoothed out, and the dots of age spots disappeared, and his body stood upright again, like a dead tree rejuvenating.

——It’s the Philosopher’s Stone!

Cyrus was resurrected through the Philosopher’s Stone, with endless vitality. His new body once again sprouted from the old remains. Cyrus transformed in the surprised eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Back to his original appearance.

“Let’s go and meet our Dark Lord!” Cyrus stood up, his eyes flashing with anger!

“Then let’s go!” Dumbledore nodded, “Stay close to me.”

Dumbledore also gave up the duel with Cyrus because of Voldemort. He did not mention any names, so Grindelwald stood beside him firmly. Then, Dumbledore, who was almost a hundred years younger, raised his hands and clapped them vigorously in the air:

“Fawkes!”

“Wow!”

The flames of the phoenix ignited in his palms in an instant!

The huge wave of flames enveloped Cyrus and Grindelwald at the same time! ——

Department of Mysteries.

A few minutes ago.

Cassandra, Cedric and Fleur cast a powerful explosive spell directly at the door of the Department of Mysteries!

But unfortunately, with their magic power, they could not break through the magical defense on the door so easily. The power of the explosive spell rebounded and blew the three of them back!

Cedric once again played the role of a cushion, and his bones were almost crushed.

“Are you okay?” Fleur apologetically helped him up from the ground. When she flew out just now, her elbow hit Cedric’s face.

“Ahem, no, it’s okay…” Cedric held on, looked at the door that seemed to be motionless, and said with gritted teeth, “Let’s try again, but this time we should stand farther away to avoid getting hurt.”

“No need,” Cassandra shook her head and said, “It can’t be opened with the magic bombing of several of us.”

If Cassandra’s magic level is equivalent to the level of a Hogwarts professor, then the defense of the Ministry of Magic is at least equivalent to the defense of Hogwarts Castle in the final battle of the original work, and the bombing of spells alone will not work.

“Then what do you say, what should we do?” Fleur was dissatisfied with Cassandra’s discouraging words, and immediately provoked.

“I suggest relying on physics!” Cassandra said a term that Fleur didn’t understand.

But she didn’t need to understand, because Cassandra had already walked to the door and raised her foot–

“Bang!!!”

In the astonished eyes of Fleur and Cedric, Cassandra kicked the door away with one foot…

“You…”

Cedric swallowed his saliva. He never dreamed that Cassandra, who looked elegant and generous, would do such a thing.

“Ahem,” Cassandra clapped her hands, lifted a small strand of loose hair by her ear, coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment at the moment, and then said: “It is well known that wizards usually don’t consider using brute force to break the level…”

Cedric and Fleur were still stunned.

“Alright! Time is running out! Let’s go in first!” Cassandra said with a red face.

Cedric and Fleur reacted and followed Cassandra into the door…