Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

However, to prevent the map from being discovered, the twins naturally couldn't take it out to look at it all the time.

But what if?

What if they happen to have a map when he plans to attack someone next? Cyrus couldn't guarantee that everything would unfold exactly as it did in the original story. Besides, Dumbledore was now suspicious of him, and a map would always come in handy if he planned to escape from Hogwarts.

Even just confirming Dumbledore's location would provide him with a great deal of security.

So he immediately went over to the twins and pulled them aside.

"What are you doing, Ginny?"

"I always had a feeling she had ill intentions!"

"I'm your sister, what bad intentions could I possibly have?" Cyrus said innocently. "I ask you, how did I behave last night? Did I give the Slytherins a good beating?"

"That's true!"

"You've really pleased your brothers!" Fred and George immediately chimed in, reminiscing about their performance at the Slytherin Duel Club yesterday, saying gleefully, "I bet they won't be able to hold their heads up high for at least the whole year."

"A whole year? I dare say, as long as Ginny is still studying at Hogwarts, they'll have a hard time!"

"Since I've performed so well, could you do me a favor?" Cyrus had shown them the map of Yan, and now he was finally going to reveal his dagger.

Gemini, however, is not fooled at all.

"What does it have to do with us that you dealt with Slytherin?" Fred knew without a second thought that his sister was about to make an unreasonable request. "Ultimately, Flint, that gorilla, wanted to get back at you to avenge your curse."

“That’s right! Even going back a bit further, you only did it for Ron. So you should ask Ron for help,” George said immediately.

“But you were the one who told me to go all out against the Slytherin students before the dueling club started. And—” Cyrus glanced back at Ron furtively, “Do you really think Ron can be of any help?”

The two brothers also subconsciously looked at the silly Ron, and for a moment they found that Cyrus's words were irrefutable.

"You've convinced me,"

"—Especially the second half of the sentence!"

The two asked in unison, "Alright, let's see what kind of help our dear sister needs?"

"Do you remember when you saved me on the first day of school?"

"You mean the secret passage?" Fred asked, feigning ignorance.

“No!” Cyrus raised his voice, but then lowered it again for fear of being overheard. “I mean your method of knowing where someone is even though you can’t see them. Maybe you can use it to find the real killer!”

"Looks like our sister has her eye on the secret to our success, George!"

“I’m not surprised at all, but no way!” George said immediately.

In fact, Cyrus's statement coincided with their initial idea, and they actually tried it.

“It’s impossible for Ginny to succeed. Nobody knows when the heir will launch an attack, and you can’t keep staring at the map forever.”

“We have to try!” Cyrus said. “We’ve already had so many victims, and Harry has been framed. We can’t let the killer get away with this! Give it to me! Or I’ll tell Dumbledore!”

Upon hearing this, Fred and George looked quite hurt.

"Did you hear that? Our dear sister is blackmailing us."

“I heard you, Fred. My ears are fine,” George replied immediately, his face full of grief.

"If you don't want the professor to know, take it out quickly."

"No! We'd rather the professor know."

Cyrus was surprised that even after all this, they still refused to produce the map. This puzzled him greatly.

"Why? I'll return the map to you once I find the murderer!"

"no!"

“That’s too dangerous, Ginny. We don’t want to hear that you’ve been petrified. Dumbledore said that this petrification spell can only be cast by someone who is proficient in dark magic, and you’re only a first-year student!”

Despite their seemingly carefree nature, the twins actually care deeply about their younger sister.

“I’m better than both of you,” Cyrus said sternly. “And do you think I’m safe after defeating and humiliating those Slytherin students? If that successor really is from Slytherin, he must hate me terribly.”

“But you are a pureblood.” Fred wavered.

“I am! But there’s no evidence that that person wouldn’t target a pureblood, right? The words on the wall say ‘Those who oppose the Heir, beware,’ not ‘Mudbloods, beware.’” Cyrus’s words left the two of them speechless. “If I could know someone’s location beforehand, perhaps I could know who was going to attack me, right?”

“That makes sense—okay—” The two hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed that Cyrus was right.

It is easy to dodge an open spear but hard to guard against a hidden arrow.

"Give it to her. We've figured it out pretty well anyway." George nodded.

Next, they led Cyrus outside the common room. The blizzard continued, and it was freezing outside; almost no one was still out. However, just in case, the two of them found an empty classroom and locked the door from the inside.

Then Fred dramatically pulled a square piece of paper out of his robe.

"To be honest, I'm quite reluctant to part with it."

"That's right—back then, we were only in first grade, young, carefree, and innocent—"

Cyrus immediately smiled.

"—Ah, more innocent than now—back then we had a bit of a falling out with Filch."

"So he pulled us into his office and started threatening us with his usual tactics—"

"—And we couldn't help but spot one of his filing cabinet drawers, which was marked 'Confiscated Items, High Danger'."

“Hey, what would you do in my shoes?” Fred said. “George threw another dung bomb to distract him, and I immediately opened the drawer and grabbed—this one.”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, you know,” George said. “We estimate that Filch never really figured out how to use it. But he probably guessed what it was, otherwise he wouldn’t have confiscated it.”

Do you know how to use it?

“Oh, I know,” Fred said with a smug smile. “This little darling has taught us more than all the teachers in the school have.”

He drew his wand, tapped the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I will not do anything good."

In an instant, fine lines of ink, like a spiderweb, spread out from where the tip of George's wand had touched, connecting and crisscrossing, extending to every corner of the parchment; then, words appeared at the top, in large green letters:

Moon face, worm tail, big feet and forked head

Gentlemen who are dedicated to helping those who create magical pranks

Introducing

Marauder's Map

This map depicts all the details of Hogwarts Castle and the grounds, but what is most unusual is that there are many small black dots moving on the map, each labeled with its name in very small font.

"Besides being able to mark everyone's location, you also marked many secret passages. The one we went to last time led to Hogsmeade. But we were worried you'd run off alone, so we lied and said it was blocked. But now, we have to admit your skills are truly impressive!"

“Moon face, worm tail, big feet, forked paws,” George exclaimed, patting the map’s title. “Thanks to them.”

“Noble people, working tirelessly to help a new generation of disobedient students,” Fred said solemnly.

“Yes, right,” George chimed in cheerfully, “Don’t forget to wipe it off after you’re done—”

"Otherwise, everyone else will see it," Fred warned.

"Just tap it again and say, 'Prank over!' and it will turn back into a blank sheet of paper."

“Well, Ginny,” Fred said in a mocking tone, mimicking Percy, “you better watch yourself!”

After taking the parchment, Cyrus immediately adopted the same solemn expression. "Thank you. I'll return it to you when I'm done using it."

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Chapter 40 Transformation into Draco

After obtaining the Marauder's Map, Cyrus couldn't help but study it.

The invention, developed by a few students, had unexpectedly powerful effects. Cyrus couldn't help but marvel at how different students were during wartime.

Look at what the students at Hogwarts are busy doing these days?

The class monitor, who is supposed to be a role model, is actually in a relationship!

And they even kissed in the women's restroom!

I'm talking to you, Percy!

Cyrus stood at the door of the third-floor restroom. He had only wanted to check on the progress of the compound potion, but now, seeing the man and woman who had appeared in the women's restroom, his eyes narrowed.

“Ginny?” Percy’s face flushed red, and he jerked his hands away from Penelope’s arms as if he had been electrocuted. “You, what are you doing here?”

“Going to the toilet—you are the one?” Cyrus took a step back, turned his head to look at the sign outside the toilet, and after confirming once again that this was the women’s toilet, he casually looked at the two couples whose future was hopeless.

"Dating in the girls' restroom? I really don't understand you guys. Hogwarts doesn't forbid dating, so why are you being so secretive?" As she spoke, she looked at Penelope again.

“Penelope Crivat. I’m from Ravenclaw—hello, Ginny—” Penelope wasn’t much better off than Percy, her face as red as if it had been painted with dye, and her lips were trembling as she spoke.

"Hello, Miss Krivat," Cyrus greeted her in return. He just wanted to keep the two lovers away from the third-floor restroom to avoid any accidents at a crucial moment.

“Listen to me, Ginny—” Percy seemed to recover from her nervousness and immediately spoke, “Could you please—”

"Keep it a secret?" Cyrus asked in return.

The couple nodded immediately.

“You know what would happen if George and Fred found out—” Percy shuddered at the mere thought of the scene.