Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 266

c266 It will take you to the person you want to see

The world of death.

At the moment of passing through the arch, Cyrus felt that his body suddenly became light, as if the shackles of the flesh disappeared, and only the light soul led him to move forward.

In his ears, it seemed that a lullaby sounded, letting his consciousness fall asleep peacefully.

He wanted to resist this force, but it seemed a bit useless. Almost in an instant, he lost all consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he immediately found himself in a gray wasteland. He lay quietly in the sand, with the invisibility cloak draped over him. The sand was driven by the wind and buried half of his body.

When he sat up, the sand fell.

“Is this the inside of the arch, the world of death?” Cyrus shook off the wind and sand on his body, he stood up and looked around. It must be said that the scene here is very different from what he imagined.

He thought the world of death must be dark and horrible, with the ground burnt black by terrible flames, white bones everywhere, and the air hot and humid, making it difficult to breathe.

Of course, the dead don’t need to breathe.

But what is now in front of him is completely different.

There is no terrible scene here, just a gray desert. There are colors here, but the tones are lighter and darker. He stood on the sand dune and looked around. The distant horizon was also gray, and the breeze with fine sand passed by his feet like water waves.

“Is this the world of death?” He couldn’t help asking again.

He didn’t see any terrible monsters here, nor did he see the souls of the dead, let alone the legendary god of death.

So, how should he find the god of death?

Cyrus frowned, and the magic eye that Grindelwald left him was also under the control of his magic, trying to find any unusual traces.

But he found nothing.

The power of the mortal world may not be so effective in the world of the dead. Even though Cyrus has the most powerful magic power at this moment, he has to face a god.

“The power of the Elder Wand can prevent the God of Death from defeating me in a head-on battle, but this does not mean that I am really more powerful than the God of Death.” Cyrus understood this very well.

The power of the Elder Wand comes from the gift of the God of Death. It does not have the ability to make Cyrus really defeat the God of Death. But the God of Death once promised it to be invincible, and it is impossible for him to break the oath.

Just like mortals can see through the magic of the invisibility cloak, but until the third brother chooses to take off the cloak himself, the God of Death can take him away.

Thinking of this, Cyrus subconsciously held it tighter.

But now, he looked at the endless sea of ​​sand and didn’t even know which direction to go.

“There can’t be nothing here, at least the God of Death must be eager to get my soul!” Cyrus muttered to himself.

Thinking of this, he relaxed a little. Although he also knew that once the God of Death appeared, it would inevitably mean danger, but he had long been prepared to face anything.

So he tightened his cloak, picked a direction at random and walked down.

He walked farther and farther, his figure gradually became smaller, and after a long time, he completely disappeared in the wind and sand.

On the other side, in the real world.

After a whole day of classes, Ginny sat in the lounge, staring at the stove with her head down.

At this time, Harry and Hermione came over. Everyone was a little upset during this period. The O.W.L. exam made them feel very stressed, especially since the semester had passed for a long time, and every professor repeatedly emphasized the importance of the exam.

In fact, they themselves knew clearly how important this exam was, which might be related to their future choices.

“Professor Snape said that if we can’t get an O in Potions, we won’t be able to attend his advanced class next year.” Hermione said worriedly. Among all people, her grades were the best, but she was the most anxious one.

“Come on, you can’t fail to get an O.” Ron said with an expression that said, “If you can’t get an O, then hell,” “You are the top student in the whole grade. If you can’t get an O, then no one in Hogwarts can get one.”

In fact, judging from the results of previous years, most of the top 20% of students can get an O.

“I don’t care,” Harry said, “It’s okay if I don’t take his class.”

He is not that interested in Potions.

In fact, Harry’s talent for Potions is pretty good. Even if Snape targeted him so much, his Potions grades in the original book can still be good. But the most important thing for a good teacher is not only to improve students’ grades, but more importantly, to cultivate students’ interest in learning.

Obviously, Snape did a bad job.

“But if you can’t take the advanced class, you can’t take the Higher Wizarding Examination in the seventh year, and then you can’t be an Auror after graduation.” Hermione always looks further.

“Then don’t be one.” Similarly, Harry in this time and space is not so yearning for Aurors.

At least until now, he hadn’t seen any Auror perform well.

Originally, the person who should have attracted Harry the most was Barty Black Jr., who played Mad-Eye, but this time he had no chance from the beginning. In addition, Harry had not seen the Aurors gathered in the Order of the Phoenix.

So in his opinion, Aurors did not seem to have anything particularly attractive to him.

“But you have to think about what you want to do in the future.” Hermione said, “You can’t just wait until graduation and graduate like that… Even if you plan to help Cyrus, you have to be good enough.”

When she mentioned Cyrus, Ginny twitched obviously.

“I would rather be someone like Dumbledore or Cyrus.” Harry thought for a while, “But I don’t have as much ability as them. I think… How about really becoming a Quidditch player?”

“What?!” Hermione looked surprised.

In her opinion, becoming a Quidditch player is not a real ideal. She doesn’t think a player can play any role in the development of the world.

This is just playing around and a waste of time.

“What’s the point of flying around on a broom all day?”

Her words obviously made Harry and Ron very unhappy, but Harry didn’t get angry, but said: “It’s useful!”

“Because many people care about Quidditch, it’s useful!” Harry was obviously not impulsive, “This is a very popular sport in the wizarding world. I dare say that at least 70% of wizards like Quidditch, and most of them are crazy about it.”

“So what?”

“So, if Harry can become a Quidditch star, as famous as Krum, then more people will like him.” Ron added, “Those people will be in Harry’s opinion. If he clearly expresses his support for Cyrus, then those fans of his will be influenced by him.”

“Well, even if what you said makes sense.” Hermione slammed the big book on the table, then put her hands on her hips, “Why do you become a Quidditch star? Just because you are in the fifth grade, but you haven’t won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup once?”

Harry couldn’t hold back his expression.

“It’s not my fault, okay?”

“I win every time!” Harry wanted to argue.

In fact, his Quidditch talent is really good, but every semester, there are always some unexpected situations that prevent Quidditch games from being held normally.

There is no chance in the fifth grade.

Because of Dumbledore’s death, the school seems to have no intention of re-holding Quidditch so far. But Harry can understand that people of Professor McGonagall’s age always feel more sensitive to the departure of a person, not to mention that the person is Dumbledore.

Even Harry, in fact, is not so interested in playing Quidditch now.

He doesn’t really want to be a star, although that is not bad, but it is not his real idea. He just wants to escape from reality, so that Hermione doesn’t always talk about the O.W.L. exam and put pressure on him.

Sometimes he wonders, he has defeated Voldemort, why should he take the exam?

But in the end, he found that he would rather fight Voldemort again than think about these.

Exams, life, the future…

These seem to be scarier than Voldemort and death!

Thinking of death, he couldn’t help but think of Cyrus.

“I don’t know if Cyrus is ready to defeat the god of death now.” He said, “We haven’t contacted him for a few days, right?”

Harry’s eyes turned in front of everyone and mentioned Cyrus. They seemed to deliberately avoid this topic during this period, otherwise all the conversations would always seem heavy.

They told themselves not to worry, but it was impossible not to worry.

“I think we can write a letter to him and let Hedwig deliver it.”

“Forget it.” Ginny finally raised her head. She had heavy dark circles under her eyes and looked very energetic, as if she had returned to the second grade when she was possessed by Cyrus.

But at least at that time Cyrus would still consider her body, and now, Ginny looked even more haggard.

“Ginny, how long have you not had a good sleep?!” Ron jumped up.

“I can’t sleep,” Ginny stroked her hair. Her flaming hair looked like it was about to go out. It was dry and dull, and the ends were like a toothbrush that had been used for decades.

“I have nightmares as soon as I close my eyes.”

She pushed a small black book in front of Harry and the others.

“Tom Riddle’s diary?” Harry recognized it at a glance, and then he thought of something, “Since you are so worried, why don’t you ask him through the diary? Or is Cyrus ignoring you again now?”

“I did ask,” Ginny leaned on the sofa tiredly. She wanted to explain, but couldn’t speak, “Open it and take a look.”

Harry seemed to realize something, even if he didn’t, he could see the seriousness of the matter from Ginny’s expression!

So he grabbed the diary with trembling hands. He felt that his palms were sticky, and the diary was as slippery as a loach, almost flying out.

Might as well fly out.

He thought.

He didn’t want to hear or see any bad news anymore.

But Ginny looked as if the diary contained the obituary of Cyrus’ death.

Hermione couldn’t stand his slowness and snatched the diary out of Harry’s hand! At this time, she looked like a Gryffindor, and her impatient personality did not allow her to wait any longer.

In fact, when Ginny just took out the diary and expressed that something might happen, Hermione’s heart felt like a fire was burning!

She quickly opened the diary.

Then, she saw that it was filled with dense greetings left by black quills, filled with Ginny’s worries, and filled with every sentence, word and letter Ginny had left on it these days!

“He didn’t respond at all?” Ron asked, trying his best to think positively, “I think he might be too busy…and it’s okay, he often couldn’t read back in the past…”

But he soon ran out of words.

Because all of them know that the diary is not an ordinary book, it is a magic book.

But now, it has become like an ordinary book. Just take out any object and it will leave traces on it.

“The magic above has failed…”

Hermione suddenly felt that the book became extremely heavy, so heavy that she couldn’t even hold it steady, so it fell to the ground.

For that moment, neither of them spoke.

At what point does the magic a person leaves behind lose its power?

Harry thought about Halloween, when he and Snape returned to his parents’ house. There was originally a Fidelity Charm there, but after his parents were killed by Voldemort, the spell became ineffective.

“It’s also possible that Cyrus deactivated it himself.” Ron thought for a while before speaking.

“Or maybe he went somewhere and… cut off his magical power…” He intermittently made up some possibilities to make everything sound more like that.

He was not only comforting Harry and the others, he was also comforting himself.

In fact, the relationship between Ron and Cyrus seems to be far away, but in fact, for Ron, Cyrus is indeed his good friend.

The reason is simple, because even when he was among these outstanding friends, Cyrus never forgot him.

After he lost Scabbers, it was Cyrus who remembered that he had lost his pet and gave him an owl. On every subsequent holiday, Cyrus’s gifts were never absent, and they were by no means perfunctory.

Of course, for Ron, having someone remember him forever is the best gift.

“maybe……”

Ginny just sighed: “I have written to Cassandra several times, but she doesn’t know where Cyrus has gone.”

To be honest, no one knows.

They all guessed that Cyrus might have gone to look for the God of Death, but no one knew where the God of Death was, let alone whether Cyrus had found the God of Death or had died in the hands of the God of Death.

“At least, if Death wins, the world will not be so peaceful now.” Ron finally said.

So time passed quietly amidst their worries.

Soon, Harry ushered in the Elementary Wizarding Examination.

Although Harry always acted like he didn’t care that much, when it came time for the exam, he devoted himself to it like never before. In fact, he felt that the content of the exam was not as difficult as he imagined.

“The results of the exam will be delivered to you by owl during the summer vacation.” Professor McGonagall said to every little wizard who had finished the exam.

Harry returned to his dormitory to collect his gifts.

After the exams were over, he should return to Sirius, or go live at Ron’s house for a few weeks, but the most important thing was that until now, there was no news from Cyrus.

He has disappeared for a long time, neither Bella nor Cassandra knows where he has gone.

“But it’s okay now. If Cyrus still doesn’t show up when the International Federation of Wizards president is elected next year, then the whole world will start to doubt it.”

He shook his clothes while thinking about this.

“Crack!”

At this time, a small object fell out of the clothes.

Harry was stunned for a moment, bent down, picked it up, and brought it to his eyes.

“What is this, a flashlight?”

He knew it couldn’t be a flashlight.

Not only was there no such thing as a flashlight in Hogwarts, but there was also a voice echoing in his head:

“It will take you to the people you want to meet.”