Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 253

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“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 the others were invited to visit him. When they looked at Hagrid, they were all worried because he was not in very good condition. His whole 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. Besides, my physique is much better than the average person. This small injury is nothing.” Hagrid just put down the newspaper and stretched out his huge and rough palm to pick 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 windows of the Headmaster’s office 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 carried 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 glad that Cyrus and Voldemort were not the same kind of people, although Cyrus wanted to break the Statute of Secrecy because he wanted to rule two different worlds. But Voldemort wanted a chaotic world that was absolutely obedient to him, while Cyrus wanted order.

“Maybe I should have let go a long time ago and let this world develop on its own and see what it becomes.” He wrote softly in the letter, “In fact, it may not get worse.”

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

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

The Elder Wand.

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

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

Always want to keep a back hand.

He laughed, his laughter was full of contempt for himself.

He thought that he would not need this thing from now on – when his life was over, the Elder Wand would also lose its magic with his natural death, because no one could defeat him anymore.

So he walked out of the principal’s office with his empty hands, or not empty hands, holding the extra Resurrection Stone.

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 was not planning to resurrect her, he just wanted to see her.

He wanted to find a place that was secret enough so that others would not discover his little selfishness.

In fact, the principal’s office was very good, but it was too small.

His poor sister Ariana had been locked up at home since she was a child. How could he bear not to let her see a wider space again?

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

Later, he didn’t know how he walked to the Astronomy Tower.

Perhaps it was because this was the closest place to the stars in Hogwarts, and the vast world could be seen with just a glance.

The huge ring-shaped instruments were not far away, and they looked like the rings of a planet.

Dumbledore rotated the Resurrection Stone three times under the light of the flame of the Goblet of Fire.

Then, footsteps seemed to be heard in the darkness – she approached, and Dumbledore seemed to hear two footsteps, but his brain was muddled at the moment, and he couldn’t think much, especially when he saw the small shadow coming out of the darkness.

She was very thin, with sunken cheeks, and pain and fear in her eyes.

But she seemed particularly cheerful and brave.

She was not even half as tall as Dumbledore, and the tattered and thin floral dress could no longer show 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 and could not make any sound.

Instead, Ariana spoke first.

“Hi, Albus.”

A girl who looked less than ten years old called an old man with gray hair and a beard that could even be put into his belt “brother”. This looked too incongruous. It was not real, but an illusion, a dream.

“Can you still recognize me?” Dumbledore forced a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of tears.

“I’ve been watching you.” Ariana said.

“You should go back to see Aberforth.”

When he was young, Dumbledore would occasionally visit his brother who was not very literate but much better than him during school holidays. But after 1945, after Grindelwald hurt a member of the Dumbledore family, Aberforth’s son, they rarely met again.

Especially in order to fight Voldemort, Dumbledore had to hide the relationship between himself and Aberforth to prevent accidents.

Over time, not meeting 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 that every pore on his body radiated sunshine, and everyone thought he was great. But in fact, he was not like that at all, and Aberforth might be the only one who knew these dark things about him.

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

He was not afraid of Aberforth’s fist that could bend his nose, that was the most insignificant thing.

He was afraid that Aberforth would reveal his scars bloody, tear off the veil of his greatness, and let him see how selfish he was.

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

So this was the punishment, he only deserved to stay in Hogwarts alone and sadly. At every Christmas, he only deserved to receive countless magic books – how ironic, wasn’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 pathetic family. He wrote letters day and night to people who were very prestigious in the magic world at that time, hoping to be appreciated by them.

He did succeed.

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

She seemed unstable, as if the receiver of the resurrection stone was about to be disconnected from the world of death. Her body was twisted and her expression became worried.

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

Ariana looked terrified. She must want to say something. She wanted to warn Dumbledore, but she couldn’t do it.

Until Dumbledore asked that question-

“Ariana, do you remember,” Dumbledore did not turn around, and the words spun in his throat for several times before he spit it out with difficulty, “Do you remember who cast the spell that hit you at that time?”

The answer to this question has tormented him for nearly a century. He really needs to know what the truth is.

However, he once worried that it was himself who killed Ariana, but now, out of his selfishness, he hoped that the spell was caused by his mistake, so that Grindelwald and Aberforth would be innocent that day.

Dumbledore was willing to take all the blame.

But there was no response from behind.

His heart was in great pain. He turned around and saw Ariana standing in front of the Goblet of Fire. The light from the Goblet of Fire shone through her translucent body, making it not so real.

“Ariana?” He found something wrong and frowned.

“Albus…” Ariana’s expression had begun to become painful. She looked at him sadly, as if mourning for him.

She was pitying the old man.

Then, Dumbledore saw another phantom overlapping with Ariana’s shadow.

The figure was mostly gray. He was wrapped in a robe and waved his hand gently, and Ariana’s body twisted.

“Ariana!” Dumbledore rushed over nervously, trying to grab something, but Ariana disappeared like sand.

Now, the shadow became clearer – 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, the god of death, Albus Dumbledore.”

He picked up the old wand from somewhere and pointed it at Dumbledore’s heart.

“Boom!!!”

In an instant, a huge lightning struck the gray tower!