Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

It could even be said that even if he thoroughly absorbed all of Tom Riddle's magical memories from his student days, he still wouldn't be able to escape from Dumbledore.

I need more power!

He set his sights on the forbidden book section.

Hogwarts' library has been accumulating slowly since the school's founding a thousand years ago. As a result, the books are extremely diverse, and many magical books in the world exist in original form or in copy.

Among them, most of the books identified as forbidden are either books with powerful magical abilities or extremely evil books.

The sheer number of books is staggering; even Dumbledore, who spent nearly a century at the school, wouldn't claim to have read them all. Moreover, many books are cursed simply by being opened, let alone actually read.

The way to break the situation lies within!

At night, after Ginny placed her diary beside her pillow and fell into a deep sleep, Cyrus possessed Ginny's body with his consciousness.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight like a doll.

Then, Cyrus got out of bed and quietly left the tower.

Since Mrs. Norris was petrified, Hogwarts has become much quieter. Fewer people dare to venture out at night. Fred and George are quite brave, but without Mrs. Norris, they don't rely on the Marauder's Map as much anymore.

Without Mrs. Lorris, Filch was as if he had lost his eyes; he had no chance of catching the two of them.

This gave Cyrus a great advantage; now, it was impossible for anyone to know his whereabouts.

Of course, getting into the restricted section isn't easy. It's impossible for a first-year wizard to open it with a single unlocking charm, like in the movies. If it were that simple, the restricted section would have been emptied by mischievous Gryffindors long ago.

Cyrus arrived at the library entrance on the fourth floor and gently opened the library door with a lock-picking spell.

So far so good.

He slowly walked into the library, closed the door, walked through rows of bookshelves, and came to a staircase in the corner of the library. In the middle of the staircase, there was a rope separating the books upstairs from downstairs. It looked very simple, as if he could just bend down and pass through.

But Cyrus dared not be so bold.

This seemingly ordinary rope is actually a magical barrier separating the forbidden book section from the regular books. If one is not careful, it will quickly trigger an alarm.

He picked up Ginny's yew wand and began to gradually break the spell on the rope. After only about ten minutes, the knot in the middle of the rope came undone on its own, and the originally taut rope now looked as if it had been through seven nights, limp and shriveled to one side.

"It's easier than I imagined. I never thought that after all these years, the protective magic of the Hogwarts Forbidden Library would remain unchanged."

Cyrus had expected to experience some setbacks, but the outcome surprised him greatly.

Having memories of Riddle, who was a regular at the restricted book section fifty years ago, Cyrus now feels as comfortable as if he's back home when he comes to the restricted book section.

"The 112 Books, The Darkness of the Secrets, The Hermes Scriptures, Natural Magic... The Book of Abraham?"

Cyrus walked past a series of banned books, almost all of which contained names not mentioned in the original works, but one book still greatly intrigued him.

"The Book of Abraham the Judean," I remember it was a mysterious book that Nicolas Flamel obtained from a dream. He was able to create the Philosopher's Stone thanks to the revelations in this book. I never expected to find a copy here. Cyrus picked up the book, flipped through it briefly, and immediately became even more surprised.

"It's actually an original?"

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Chapter 21 Profound Alchemy

Cyrus discovered the problem almost as soon as he picked up the book.

Its material is neither paper nor parchment. The text and illustrations in the book are not drawn on, but rather seem to be branded on with metal. The book is very thin, with only twenty-one pages, but the page numbers in the corners are not numbered in order.

Instead, a "seven" is marked every seven pages, for a total of three.

According to the general understanding in the magical world, "seven" is indeed a magical number. In fact, Hogwarts has a course that specifically mentions this magical number, and Voldemort also had a great fondness for the number seven.

However, in alchemy, "three" is also a magical number.

He couldn't understand the contents of the book at all.

The knowledge Voldemort possessed in his fifth year seemed rather superficial compared to more profound knowledge. Not to mention, even Nicolas Flamel, who had the revelation of dreams, took twenty-eight years to decipher the book's mysteries.

Cyrus closed the Book of Abraham, looked around again, and sure enough, found another book—

Nicolas Flamel's manuscript, "The Book of Hieroglyphs".

In comparison, the book was quite thick. Cyrus casually flipped through a few pages, and an opened letter slipped out from inside.

Albus Percival Woolflick Bryan Dumbledore

"Dear Albus:

"Having lived through a long period of time—more than six centuries—and facing death with our bodies broken and worn, neither Perenel nor I felt any fear. We both wanted to believe that when the world learned of our deaths, it would not be able to help but feel sorry for our passing and greedy for our immense wealth, except for you, Albus!"

“We both believe that death is just another adventure, and Perenel and I have been too late for this adventure.”

"Before I depart, I give you the two most important books of my life, in memory of you, my friend who is more than five hundred years younger than me, but whose wisdom surpasses mine—and I leave the rest of my wealth to Beauxbatons, I hope you will not mind. Of course, I know very well that Albus Dumbledore has never been interested in these things."

"I dare not say that I have fully comprehended the mysteries of the Book of Abraham. This book, which I foresaw in a dream, contains only a few pages, yet it holds true wisdom and truth. I hope you will keep it safe, and it would be even better if you could decipher all its mysteries."

"However, we both know it's incredibly difficult. During our first meeting, and later our close collaboration in exploring the secrets of magic and alchemy, you've read this book countless times without making any progress. I'm very willing to believe that since it found me through prophecy, perhaps fate can lead it to where it's meant to be."

"Now, because of Voldemort, I have decided to give you the Philosopher's Stone; perhaps this is a revelation—"

"That being said, Perenel and I actually left behind quite a few elixirs of immortality, so please don't worry about them."

P.S.: I believe we will meet again soon.

Cyrus closed the letter and finally understood what was going on.

“Someone as terrified of death as Riddle would have wanted this book if he knew of its existence. But Riddle has no memory of it whatsoever. It was only last year that Dumbledore put it in the forbidden section.”

The envelope had already been opened, indicating that Dumbledore had read Nicolas Flamelius's letter and knew that the two books were actually a gift from Nicolas. However, he did not have the intention of keeping them for himself, but selflessly placed them in the restricted area, waiting for the "revelation of fate" that Nicolas spoke of.

"Could this revelation be about me?" Cyrus couldn't help but think narcissistically.

But no matter what, he was unwilling to let go of these two books.

If a magic stone could truly be crafted, it would greatly aid his resurrection. Even if only a flawed one could be crafted, as long as it could replenish his life force, the damage to Ginny would be much less.

With that in mind, Cyrus quickly flipped through the two books and also selected some other alchemical works in order to make connections and learn from them.

Voldemort's alchemy skills were actually quite high; he not only earned his Advanced Wizarding Certificate with excellent grades but also interned at Borgin's shop for a period after graduation. However, that was Tom Riddle after graduation, not the fifth-grader Tom Riddle we know now.

"The book 'Islamic Alchemy and the Tree of Life in Kabbalah' records a wizard named Hohenheim, another wizard in legend who possessed a magic stone. However, whether this is true or not is still in doubt." Cyrus quickly flipped through the pages.

He's actually quite happy that he's in a state of memory, otherwise it would be impossible for him to memorize all the books in such a short time.

Because of his current special state, the diary will be like another precious meditation tool. Every book he has read will be recorded in the form of images. He can simply record the contents of these books first and analyze them slowly when he gets back.

Of course, the actual learning time will not be reduced, it will just be relatively safer.

"The ancient Egyptian alchemical text, the Emerald Book, also offers some insight: to create the miracle of something unique, one must understand that the things of the upper realm are the same as those of the lower realm, and the things of the lower realm are no different from those of the upper realm."

"And what is the only thing?"

Besides this copy of the Emerald Book, there was another book, the Book of Thoth, which had a very deep connection with the Emerald Book, and Cyrus opened it as well.

At this point, he didn't seek a thorough understanding; in fact, one could say he just skimmed through it. He only looked at the general idea to see if he needed it, and then immediately decided whether to put it down or write it down.

Gradually, Cyrus became completely absorbed in the experience, until the piercing crowing of a rooster outside the castle snapped him out of his reverie, and he realized that it was almost dawn.

“I need to get back quickly—I was planning to find some powerful dark magic books to see if I could improve my strength, but I ended up spending the whole night studying alchemy…” Cyrus shook his head, but he was tireless and didn’t feel any regret. He was just waiting to return the body to Ginny and then continue to slowly digest the knowledge in the memory space.

Walking briskly down the corridors of Hogwarts, outside the castle, the sky was still dark, but the eastern sky was beginning to slowly turn white.

"By the way, we need to kill the rooster as soon as possible."

Before this, Cyrus had already killed a rooster, but he dared not kill them all at once, otherwise it would be too strange.

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Chapter 22 Quidditch

These past few nights, Cyrus would occasionally sneak into the forbidden book section using Ginny's body. Besides alchemy, he also read many other books, such as the Book of the Red Dragon, the Book of Solomon, the Book of Rozier, and the Complete Book of Dark Spells.

Some of these books were ones that Riddell had already read, while others were ones that he himself hadn't had time to read.

After all, Riddle's time at Hogwarts was too short, limiting the number of books he could access. Therefore, he focused most of his energy on Dark Magic. However, it wasn't only Dark Magic books that possessed terrifying power.

There are also some spells that aren't black magic, but because they are extremely dangerous, they are placed in the forbidden book section. For example, Cyrus is currently reading "The Theory and Experiment of the Metamorphosis of Fantasy Magus: The Birth of the Five-Legged Monster."

"Although magical creatures have always been enslaved, the magical power within them is extremely strong. If I could achieve the transformation of the magical creature Guts, it would greatly enhance my strength." Cyrus closed the book and sent his consciousness back into the depths of his memory.

-

"Ah—" Ginny yawned sleepily, feeling as if her head was ten times heavier than a Quake.

"Good morning, Ginny, are you alright?" Colin, who was holding a camera, spotted her immediately and came over to greet her. "You look terrible, like you haven't slept for days."

"Click—" With that, he immediately snapped a picture of Ginny with his camera. A photo of the adorable little girl with thick dark circles under her eyes was printed. Colin, barely perceptible, was overjoyed. "Honestly, I never imagined wizards could be sleep-deprived. You look like you're about to collapse. And those dark circles and bags under your eyes—"

The kid was chattering away, which made Ginny a little unhappy, and what's more, he actually dared to take unflattering photos of her?

"Shut up, Colin, give me the photos!"

“What? No! I’m planning to send it home to my brother. He’s really into Hogwarts.” Colin grinned, showing his teeth, then said worriedly, “Why don’t you go take a break? You look terrible. I’m worried you’ll die in my camera.”

Ginny: ? ? ?

You're finished, kid!

Although she was furious, Ginny was too tired to argue with him, and just asked listlessly, "What classes are there today?"

“No classes today, I think you really need a break. Have you forgotten it's Quidditch? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin!” he said immediately. “I’m planning to sneak off to the arena in a bit and take a picture of Harry winning! By the way, how’s your relationship with Harry? Your brother and he are good friends, right…”