Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 254

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Grindelwald wakes up from his nightmare in horror.

He was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and every beard was covered with haze.

“Death,” he murmured, “that’s Death!”

This was not the first time he dreamed of Dumbledore being killed. Originally, due to the brilliance of the Goblet of Fire, he thought this would happen during the Tournament. Therefore, after the tournament ended, he immediately felt relieved. , thinking that the prophecy had been broken.

But now he once again dreamed of Dumbledore’s death, and this time, all the details were so clear, so clear that it didn’t seem like it happened in the future, but now!

“Albus!”

He shuddered violently, and an electric current seemed to be transmitted to every blood vessel in his body in one second. His limbs were numb, but he jumped up.

What if this is not a dream?

What if it is happening now or soon?

Grindelwald’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t even have time to change his clothes, so he could only rush out while conjuring up some decent-looking clothes for himself.

He used dozens of Apparitions along the way to rush from Durmstrang to Hogwarts.

When he was thrown out of the distorted space by the spell, Grindelwald’s body almost lost his balance. He stumbled forward and his hair became messy.

He doesn’t look like a master at all at this moment, but more like a novice in Apparition.

His whole brain was spinning and turned into a paste by the power of the spell, and all his thoughts were stuck. He couldn’t think of much at all now, he just wanted to see Dumbledore as soon as possible!

In fact, he did see Dumbledore earlier than expected.

Before Grindelwald could enter the castle, he saw lightning suddenly light up on the towering tower!

His heart immediately skipped a beat, and then he saw Dumbledore being struck by lightning, falling from the sky like a gray cloud filled with lead.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment.

Grindelwald stood there blankly, and his eyes could clearly see every frame of Dumbledore’s fall. This scene unfolded clearly before his eyes as if it were a movie that had been slowed down several times.

Everything around him seemed to be still, there was no wind in the air, everything was sticky.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked beyond the falling Dumbledore, as if looking through a dark cloud to the higher sky.

There, just at the edge of the tower, Cyrus’ blond hair flowed. He held the Elder Wand in his hand, and his red-gold eyes looked down coldly, as if a god was mercilessly pressing down on his hand.

Grindelwald was instantly enveloped in a cold air.

He shuddered.

If Cyrus in the past was like a bright sun, then the “Cyrus” that appears in front of Grindelwald now is a black sun.

He is still aloof, but he no longer emits light. Instead, he absorbs all the bright things in the world, leaving only fear and coldness.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down on his head and face, and the flame of revenge in Grindelwald’s heart was completely extinguished!

For the first time, Grindelwald clearly realized the huge gap in strength between him and Cyrus!

No, he’s not Cyrus.

Grindelwald muttered.

That’s the God of Death!

The god who only existed in legends came out of death. Now, he took back his own wand. The infinite magic power was like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, making it hard for him to breathe!

The God of Death has regained his own power. Is there anyone else in this world who can be his opponent?

This question echoed in Grindelwald’s mind, but the image of Cyrus lingered in his mind.

If anyone can defeat Death, if anyone can bring Dumbledore back from the world of death, it is probably Cyrus.

He thought to himself, but the impostor standing on the tower had completely disappeared. Grindelwald was stuck in place, watching in pain as Dumbledore’s body fell helplessly from the sky again and again.

The short eight floors were like a bottomless pit that would never end, and his despair was stretched infinitely.

“Boom!”

I don’t know how much time passed, but the heavy gray cloud finally fell to the ground, and the cloud was shattered into pieces.

It was only then that Grindelwald seemed to wake up from a dream.

The black world in his eyes gradually returned to color, and there were noisy sounds in his ears. He heard many wailing sounds, and there were crowded figures everywhere. In Grindelwald’s eyes, they looked like people with their heads lowered and no souls. Oops, they crowded towards the dead Dumbledore…

Only then did Grindelwald realize that it was no longer night.

He stood here for hours, so that his collar was covered with dew.

Dumbledore’s body had become extremely stiff, and his face was covered with corpse spots. Someone closed his eyes for him, and his lips tightened. Professor McGonagall lay on his body, almost Already fainted.

Then he realized that the people surrounding Dumbledore were by no means puppets. They were crying, sad, and angry.

His brain was still so hazy that Grindelwald began to wonder why he was standing here, and why Dumbledore was lying on the ground, on the red and already black floor…

The sun shone on Grindelwald, but he felt no warmth in his limbs.

On the contrary, the light was cold, much colder than every winter in Nurmengard!

He felt like his whole body was frozen and would break immediately if touched.

“Grindelwald!”

Harry squeezed through the crowd, and his angry voice instantly shattered Grindelwald. Grindelwald saw him pounce with his mane raised like a lion, and grabbed his collar.

“Who did it?”

“Who did it!”

“Harry!” Hermione and Ron rushed out and grabbed Harry’s shoulders. He was still struggling to break away from them, and his loose robe was almost torn.

“Calm down Harry!”

“I can’t calm down!” Harry yelled in collapse, “He knows who it is! He knows it!”

Everyone looked over here.

Grindelwald was questioned by a thousand pairs of eyes in an instant. No one spoke, but everyone was waiting for his answer.

Who was Dumbledore’s murderer?

In fact, the answer is not difficult for them to guess.

There are only a few people in the world who have the ability to do this. In fact, there are only two – Grindelwald and Cyrus.

And Grindelwald was the first person to appear here.

When the first student who passed by this morning found Dumbledore lying in a pool of blood, Grindelwald had already stood there for several hours.

He didn’t even feel the flow of time, nor did he realize that everyone in the school was gathered here.

“Cyrus killed him! I’ve said it many times!”

Before Grindelwald could speak, a portrait on the wall jumped out. The man in the portrait was wearing armor, holding a spear in his hand, and roared at the top of his voice: “Last night, I inspected my castle as usual, and then I saw a shadow——”

He said matter-of-factly, intending to describe everything vividly, but was quickly interrupted.

Mag washed his face with tears, but was still angry: “Shut up, Sir Cadogan! If you say one more word, I will set you on fire!”

“But I saw – that bitch, son of a bitch -” Cadogan continued typing.

But his voice stopped abruptly.

Because Ginny had already rushed over, pulled him off the wall, covered him on the ground, and then kicked him hard.

“There’s no way Cyrus would do such a thing!” she yelled angrily.

In fact, this is the same idea among many professors at Hogwarts. Especially the four deans headed by McGonagall, they were all willing to believe in Cyrus. Not only because Cyrus defeated Voldemort, but more importantly, they had fought side by side with Cyrus several times and knew that the relationship between Dumbledore and Cyrus was not bad.

Of course, not everyone thinks so.

“Who knows, maybe he just wants to inherit Professor Dumbledore’s position——”

“Mike, are you a fool?” Hermione was so angry that she rushed over and gave him a punch!

“Professor Dumbledore has resigned as president. It will not do Cyrus any good to attack the professor!” Even when defending Cyrus, Hermione was more organized.

“Maybe this is his conspiracy?” People who have been beaten are not always so willing to admit defeat.

“Please be quiet!” Mag screamed sadly.

She feels very sad now. Albus is dead, but the scene is so chaotic, the murderer is at large, and the students are arguing… He has done so much for the wizarding world, who will mourn for him?

Great sadness enveloped Mag.

She was Dumbledore’s student and best friend.

She knew about Dumbledore’s unspeakable past, not from hearsay, but from Dumbledore’s own words to her. Over the past few decades, they’ve even been kind of dependent on each other.

Two lonely people, suffering the cruel treatment of fate… Now, this old bee flew away without saying a word.

“Grindelwald,”

Her voice was trembling, and Grindelwald could hear her teeth chattering. This old girl who was very brave in the face of Death Eaters not long ago seemed a little weak now.

Grindelwald now realizes that he is not the only one who misses Dumbledore.

There were many people who loved him, even though it wasn’t the same kind of love.

But love shouldn’t be superficial.

“Grindelwald,” McGonagall tried several times before finally asking the question, “who is it? You must have seen it…who did it? I don’t believe you and Cyrus would do this.”

Who is the murderer?

Grindelwald thought of a face that was exactly like Cyrus’s, and finally said the name:

“It’s Death.”

——

“grim Reaper?”

Cyrus put on the most traditional wizard robe. He looked a little bloated. This was not his usual look. But today is not an ordinary day.

He came to attend Dumbledore’s memorial service.

Hogwarts was packed.

Even during the Triwizard Tournament, there were not so many people gathered together, especially since most of the wizards who came were famous people. They all had sad expressions on their faces, as if they could not believe that the kind Albus Dumbledore had died just like that?

The person who presided over the funeral was not Grindelwald, but Mag.

Cyrus noticed that Grindelwald was hiding in the crowd and was unwilling to come out, but he also learned about the incident from Ginny and Hermione.

“The man who claimed to be the god of death, with my face, killed Dumbledore and took away the Elder Wand?”

“That’s it.” Hermione nodded.

But Cyrus had a very strange feeling in his heart.

Not anger, but absurdity.

Once, he had Voldemort’s face and was mistaken for Voldemort himself by Dumbledore. Now, Voldemort finally died, and another imposter came out.

It really deserves to be the most handsome face in the world, even gods have to imitate it.

However, Cyrus also figured out some things from it.

“I’m afraid that the body of Voldemort that disappeared from the Pavilion of Knowledge was taken away by the God of Death.”

The god must have used a spell to restore the appearance of Voldemort’s body, and then used it as a container so that he could walk in this world. But Cyrus couldn’t figure out why he had to kill Dumbledore for a while?

Just as he was thinking, a haggard voice came to his ears.

“That’s because Albus Dumbledore has a noble soul.”

It was Grindelwald.

He seemed to see through Cyrus’s thoughts and walked over with a sad face. After he told what he saw that night, he was unwilling to communicate with others. But now seeing Cyrus, he took the initiative to come over.

“The God of Death took a fancy to his noble soul.”

Cyrus still agreed with his words. Albus Dumbledore did have a noble soul.

He was not born noble, but chose to become a great man after experiencing pain.

But Cyrus never thought that the purpose of the Grim Reaper was as simple as Dumbledore’s soul. A god, especially a god representing death, might have more things in mind when he came out of the myth.

After he killed Dumbledore and took the Elder Wand, where did he go?

Cyrus couldn’t help thinking.

But soon, his thoughts had to stop.

He saw McGonagall, who was under great grief, stumbled to the front of everyone. Every wizard who came to mourn had a solemn expression. Members of the International Confederation of Wizards came, and the French wizard who had just escaped from Voldemort’s control was also here.

Ms. Maxime’s figure was very conspicuous, and this tall woman was also immersed in sadness.

All the professors were dressed neatly, even Snape’s hair didn’t seem so greasy today, Professor Sprout changed into neat and clean clothes for the first time, and even Filch – even he wore an old suit.

The phoenix was circling in the castle.

The sun was shining.