Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 258

c258 Let’s go and meet the God of Death

“Cyrus, why are you here?”

Harry and the others looked at him in surprise.

After so many things, Cyrus was almost the same as the professors at Hogwarts. The castle itself recognized him, and Professor McGonagall and others also respected him very much.

Even at the beginning, McGonagall had proposed to him that he should take over the position of principal.

Of course, Cyrus refused.

“We thought you would be very busy now.” Ginny and Hermione said happily.

“It is quite busy.” Cyrus nodded, “but most things can be handed over to others. It will take more than one or two days to break the Statute of Secrecy. The most important thing is to let the wizards understand why they have to do this.”

“If the Statute of Secrecy is broken, what will happen to the Muggles?” Hermione asked a little worriedly.

Cyrus naturally understood her concerns.

Hermione is a typical Muggle wizard. Both of his parents are Muggles, and he has never heard of magic before. Wizards like her are most concerned about the Muggle world.

She must be worried that after the Statute of Secrecy is broken, Muggles without magic will be discriminated against.

This worry is not groundless. In fact, Hogwarts has a best example – Filch.

This is a Squib without magical power. When Filch was revealed to be a Squib, even Ron couldn’t help but secretly laugh at him.

“He will yearn for the power of magic.” Cyrus just said, he smiled, “But I think, just like some people are good at math and some are not, there is nothing to blame.”

At this point, Hermione was much more relieved.

She said: “When we graduate, we can help.”

“Then you have to become the Minister of Magic first.” Cyrus joked.

In fact, the current Minister of Magic is nothing to him, and the position of the Minister of Magic in the British film can’t influence anything in this matter.

“Don’t worry about these, time will give us the answer.” Cyrus was very confident.

“Then are you here for the Grim Reaper?” Harry asked cautiously.

This is what they are most concerned about during this period. Death is like the dark cloud in the sky of London, lingering in everyone’s heart. They were reluctant to ask at first because they were worried about hearing some bad news.

“If Grindelwald can still cheer up, you will have helpers.” Harry said, “It’s a pity that he is a coward.”

They obviously all felt disgusted with Grindelwald’s appearance.

“He is indeed a coward.” Cyrus nodded. He thought that after Dumbledore’s sister died, Grindelwald did not face it with Dumbledore, but ran away alone, and he agreed with Harry’s words.

He looked at the tramp lying next to Dumbledore’s grave from a distance. Who would have thought that such a person had swept across Europe?

However, he also believed that Grindelwald would not continue to be decadent.

“Actually, I came to find you, Harry.” Cyrus said.

Harry looked puzzled when he heard this, while Ron had an expression that was as he expected – he was obviously used to anyone coming to look for Harry first – as for Ginny and Hermione, they were a little angry.

Harry again!

“Looking for me?”

“I think someone should take you there.”

“What?”

“Godric’s Hollow, where your father and mother used to live, and where they are buried.” Cyrus said, “Their death anniversary is today.”

This sentence immediately stunned everyone. The last game of the championship was held during the summer vacation, and so much time had passed since then, and so many things had happened. Harry came to his senses and realized that today was Halloween.

Now he was even more at a loss.

For so many years, he had even seen the souls of his father and mother, so why had he never thought of going there to take a look?

In fact, if Cyrus hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t have known it was today.

“Let’s go, I’ve already told Minerva.” Cyrus grabbed Harry’s sleeve, and then said to Ron and the others, “Do you want to come too?”

Ron seemed a little tempted, but Ginny and Hermione held him back.

“No,” Hermione said, “Let Harry go by himself.” She took Ginny and Ron back half a step, “We will save you a seat at the dinner, Harry.”

After that, they left.

Cyrus grabbed Harry, took a last look at Dumbledore’s grave in the afterglow, and then cast Apparition.

Godric’s Hollow is very different from the last time Cyrus came here.

One obvious difference is that it is much more “lively” here than the last time.

Without the Dementors patrolling here, the mental state of the Muggles is much better. On the night of Halloween, the children of the Muggle families in the town are all dressed up in strange shapes. In comparison, Harry’s wizard costume does not look outstanding at all.

So much so that when the two of them walked down the street, there were children who laughed at Harry for not keeping up with the fashion and dressing so unfashionably.

Harry was very curious about all this. He looked around, and the light reflected by the pumpkin lantern was reflected in his eyes. He had not spent Halloween in the Muggle world for several years, not to mention that he had no chance to go out to play during the festival before. Dursley would rather lock him at home.

“If you are interested, you can play for a while. It doesn’t matter today.” Cyrus said.

Harry shook his head: “No, I’m not that age anymore.”

When he said this, there was always a sense of vicissitudes, but to be honest, he is now in the fifth grade, and he is really not at the age to knock on doors and ask for candy.

“Then let’s go, let’s go to the cemetery first.” Cyrus said.

They continued to walk forward, and at this time a little boy dressed as a wizard passed by them. The child held a magic book with an unclear title in his hand, but it was very straight. The robe on his body was also in the style of Gryffindor, and he was holding a short wand in his hand. This scared Harry.

When did Hogwarts admit children of this age?

Because the child was probably only about six or seven years old. At this age, the child might not be able to control the magic power in his body. It was too dangerous for him to run around in the Muggle crowd with a wand.

“Hey, kid, don’t–” He hurriedly called the other party, but he was stunned when the child turned around.

–The child had a round face, messy black hair flying wildly with vitality, and he wore round glasses with gold rims on his face. His green eyes looked at him through the lenses–for a moment, Harry thought he saw himself.

In fact, maybe it was really himself.

Because the boy saw Harry’s dress and immediately became happy: “Big brother, do you like “Harry Potter” too?” The child jumped up happily as if he saw a like-minded person, and opened the book he was holding without saying anything.

Harry finally caught a glimpse of the title of the book.

It was indeed a magic book, called: “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”.

It took them a while to say goodbye to the child, and Harry immediately had a strange feeling.

“So, this is the story book you discussed with me before?” Harry asked.

He kept watching the back of the little child leaving happily, feeling very unreal in his heart.

In fact, Harry was no longer surprised by his name appearing in books. The first day Hermione saw him, she raised several books that recorded his deeds of defeating the Dark Lord.

But it was obviously different now.

There was a child dressed up as him, and there was even a lightning sticker on his forehead!

“I really want to know what’s in that book.” He said.

He was obviously a little uneasy, especially after knowing that the person who wrote this story was Gilderoy Lockhart, he became more worried.

“Don’t worry, I have checked the content of the story, and it is guaranteed to be the original Harry Potter.” Cyrus said with a smile, “If you really want to read it, I think we can buy a copy before returning to Hogwarts.”

The story written by Lockhart is still the first part, and the plot of the Chamber of Secrets is still being created. The subsequent plot needs Rita Skeeter’s promotion to expand the influence of the story. Cyrus did not intend to deviate from the original work. In fact, he was going to give the Muggles of this world the original “Harry Potter”.

It must be said that Lockhart and Rita were a natural match for this.

One was good at writing stories, and the other was good at creating some sensational news events. So much so that “Harry Potter” was already very popular before it was released.

In fact, if Harry had not lived with the Dursleys now, perhaps he could still see Dudley holding the book and refusing to let go!

“Forget it.” Harry couldn’t help shaking his head.

Harry couldn’t help getting goose bumps when he thought of what Lockhart wrote in his own book and then brought it into himself. Harry couldn’t stand seeing others praising him.

They continued walking and soon came to the vicinity of a church – there was a small square in front of the church, and a monument in the center of the square.

As they continued to approach, the monument suddenly turned into an exquisite sculpture.

Harry certainly knew who the sculpture was – his mother, father, and himself.

This time, he couldn’t help but burst into tears. After paying their respects, the two continued to walk towards the church. When crossing the street, Harry looked back and saw that the statue had become a war memorial again.

Then they came to the cemetery behind the church. What surprised Harry was that another person had come here to pay his respects in advance.

Of course, it was Snape.

He was no different from when he met Cyrus here a few years ago. He was dressed in black and held a bunch of white daffodils in his hand.

“Professor Snape.” Harry said.

These days, when he called Snape “Professor”, he felt more and more sincere. But one thing remained the same. He still found it difficult not to blame Snape, because Snape still liked to pick on him during class.

“Harry – Pott.” Snape turned his head and saw Cyrus, but he simply nodded and greeted him. When he saw Harry, he slowly uttered the syllables.

“It seems that someone finally remembered that there are people waiting for him to pay their respects.” Snape habitually mocked Harry, then moved his feet and planned to leave.

In fact, he hoped that Harry would forget more thoroughly. Why did he show up on such a day to disturb his and Lily’s peace?

“Wait, Severus.” Cyrus stopped him.

“Can you help me take Harry back to Hogwarts later?” Cyrus asked.

Without waiting for Snape to answer, Harry shouted: “Aren’t you going to send me back?”

“I have something else to do.” Cyrus said.

“I’ll wait for him in Lily’s room.” Snape just said this, and then left without looking back.

Only Harry and Cyrus were left again. Harry was very curious about the “thing” Cyrus mentioned. He really wanted to know what was so important that Cyrus didn’t even have time to perform an Apparition, and he needed Snape to send him back.

Maybe it had something to do with the god of death?

But he didn’t ask.

The two walked through many graves along the way. Harry saw too many familiar surnames, and each one made him feel deeply moved. There is even Dumbledore here!

“That’s Dumbledore’s father and his sister.” Cyrus explained for Harry.

Harry just nodded.

Finally, they finally stopped in front of a marble tomb.

Harry had tears in his eyes, but he didn’t cry. He just looked at the inscription on the tombstone, then turned his head to look at Cyrus: “The last enemy to be defeated is death. But can death really be defeated?” He lowered his head, “My parents are dead, and Professor Dumbledore is dead…”

Harry was depressed and even a little desperate.

There is no one in this world who has defeated death!

The greatest wizard is dead, Voldemort, who made seven Horcruxes, is dead, and even the creator of the Philosopher’s Stone is still alive.

But Cyrus said: “Of course someone can defeat death, Harry.”

His tone was light and cheerful, and he looked confident. This inevitably made Harry think that Cyrus was confident that he could become the one who defeated death. But Cyrus said, “Then you.”

“Me?”

“Of course, first of all, you are never afraid of death, and the power of the god of death does not scare you at all.” Cyrus said, “Secondly, you are still alive. He couldn’t take your life.”

Cyrus used “he”.

“Look, you have defeated the god of death a long time ago. You are so outstanding, so Dumbledore will be proud of you.”

“Life, beyond death!”

He put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, and the two of them did not speak for a long time. It was not until late at night and the town was quiet that Cyrus spoke softly.

“Okay, you should go find Severus, Harry.” He said, “Your parents’ home is at the end of the town.”

After Harry left, the cemetery was completely swallowed by darkness.

Cyrus stood there, his back was piercingly cold.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Cyrus turned his head and saw Grindelwald standing not far away, with the flame of revenge in his eyes:

“Let’s go, meet the god of death!”