Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

They will definitely write letters to their mothers, and then hang countless banners in every corner of the school that say: Congratulations to model student Percy for finding a girlfriend!

Or worse.

“Sure, but I suggest you find somewhere else,” Cyrus said. “Hiding in the girls’ restroom? You’re really something. Don’t you know Ron comes here all the time? If he knows, then almost the whole school will know.”

Upon hearing this, Percy's expression darkened further.

"Thank you, Ginny. Well then, we'll be going now."

The two men ran away as if they were fleeing. Cyrus could also hear Percy complaining to Penelope.

“I told you it wasn’t safe to choose this place, and we were discovered the first time we came.”

“Then find one yourself!” Penelope’s voice sounded a little annoyed.

-

“I just came over and saw Percy and the Ravenclaw prefects. Did you not get caught?” Ron rushed into the bathroom and immediately looked at Cyrus nervously.

“You’ve been discovered, but what’s so strange about me being in the women’s restroom?” Cyrus retorted.

“As long as the Polyjuice Potion is alright, it’s fine.” Hermione pushed open the last stall in the restroom; the potion in the cauldron was almost fully formed. “Now all we need to do is add a tiny bit of Slytherin student hair. Preferably Goyle and Crabbe’s.”

She turned to look at Harry and Ron.

“That’s really good, but what about you guys?” Harry asked.

“I already have one!” Hermione said happily, pulling a small bottle from her pocket and showing them a strand of hair inside. “Remember when Millison wrestled with me at the Dueling Club? She left this on my clothes when she was choking me! She went home for Christmas—I just have to tell the Slytherins I’m back.”

“I have some too.” Cyrus also took out a few strands of hair.

“Alright.” Ron and Harry had no choice but to get some hair from Goyle and Crabbe.

"Oh, right, Ginny, I'm going to steal a few clothes from the laundry room. You keep stirring." Hermione said and rushed out. Cyrus had no choice but to continue stirring the cauldron. Now, black smoke was billowing from the cauldron, making it impossible to see anything in the entire cubicle.

"Luckily it wasn't smoking when Percy came over, or it would have been discovered."

A short while later, Hermione returned with several cups and four sets of clothes, followed closely by Harry and Ron.

Hermione poured the bubbling potion from the cauldron into a cup, then added Milison's hair. The potion sizzled like boiling water, frothing vigorously. A second later, it turned an unsightly yellow.

“Oh—the essence of Milison Bosde,” Ron said, glancing at it with disgust. “I bet it’s going to taste awful.”

“Alright, add yours,” Hermione said.

Harry tossed Goyle's hair into the middle cup, and Ron put Crabbe's hair into the last cup. Both cups hissed and bubbled: Goyle's turned a tank-like tan, and Crabbe's turned a dark, almost blackish brown.

Cyrus also put the small tuft of white hair in his hand into the potion. Instantly, the potion turned into a color that was between black and white, but not gray.

"It looks awkward like this." Cyrus almost considered giving up on drinking the compound potion for a moment.

He should have taken a risk and used body-changing techniques.

“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “We’d better not all drink here. Once we become Crabbe and Goyle, there won’t be enough room. And Millison isn’t exactly a small man either.”

“That makes sense,” Ron said, opening the door. “Let’s each take a private room.”

Cyrus chose a slightly off-center cubicle. He originally intended to simply pour out the potion, but to achieve a perfect transformation, one must have a considerable understanding of the details of the object being transformed.

The other person's height, weight, body proportions, facial features, etc.

But he didn't have such a deep impression of Malfoy.

That's right, Cyrus planned to become Malfoy. He had decided this beforehand, and on the Thursday when he stole the potion, he casually pulled a handful of Malfoy's hair.

So he raised his head and drank the compound medicine.

Surprisingly, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to drink, but it had a very awkward taste, like sweet and bitter at the same time, a little sour and seemingly a little spicy. But anyway, he had already drunk the potion.

The compound medication began to take effect.

He felt something alive burrowing under his skin, surging and throbbing. It was like a snake crawling beneath his skin, tearing at the junction of his skin and flesh, devouring his flesh!

But this pain was fleeting.

The next moment, he saw his platinum blonde bangs through his eyes.

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Chapter 41 The Diary is Lost

Before long, he heard Harry and Ron, the two unfortunate brothers, talking outside.

Then, they each knocked on the door of the cubicle where Cyrus and Hermione were: "Hurry up, we have to go..."

A shrill voice answered him, "I—I really don't want to come out. You can go by yourselves."

"Hermione, we know Millison is ugly, no one would know it's you."

"No—really no—I don't think I can come. You two hurry up and get going, you're wasting time."

Harry looked at Ron with a puzzled expression; this made him look even more like Goyle.

“Well, at least we still have Ginny—Malfoy?” Ron’s words were still stuck in his throat when he saw a figure that nearly scared him to death.

What is Draco Malfoy doing here?

Has the plan been exposed?

However, Harry soon realized that the Malfoy in front of him was wearing Gryffindor's school uniform.

"Are you Ginny?"

Cyrus nodded.

Ron finally realized what was happening. He looked at Ginny with a bewildered expression, unable to believe that Ginny, who had been so reliable since the start of the semester, had also messed up: "But how could you question Malfoy while wearing Malfoy's face?"

“You’re right, so I can’t go.” Cyrus feigned helplessness with a Malfoy-like face, which made Harry want to punch him.

"Sorry, Ginny, you look really annoying."

“Thanks, but you look stupid too—time is running out. Hermione’s potion won’t last long, so you need to hurry!” Cyrus rolled his eyes and said immediately.

After seeing Harry off, Cyrus said, "Hermione, you wait here for me. I think I can use Malfoy's disguise to go elsewhere and gather some information."

"Okay, go ahead." Hermione couldn't wait for him to leave.

Cyrus didn't bother changing his clothes. With a flick of his wand, his robes turned green, and he strode out, heading straight for the owl shed without hesitation.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."

Numerous marks immediately appeared on the blank parchment:

"Dumbledore is in the Headmaster's office, and the other professors are in their respective offices. There's someone in the owlhouse—Malfoy, what's he doing in the owlhouse? Very well, he's gone."

Cyrus was startled, but he noticed that Malfoy didn't stay there long and left immediately.

He immediately cast an illusion spell on himself and headed down the path Malfoy had taken downstairs.

As Malfoy walked, he looked down at a letter, probably a gift from Narcissa or Lucius. Usually, these gifts would be delivered directly to his room by the house-elves, but perhaps the Malfoy family was in a special situation recently, and Arthur Weasley was trying to deal with them.

After reading the letter, he opened a newspaper, and Malfoy's face immediately lit up with joy.

Cyrus glanced at it and noticed the report mentioned Ron and Harry driving to school, for which Arthur Weasley was punished. Clearly, Lucius had put some pressure on him as well, so Mr. Weasley wouldn't have the energy to cause him trouble.

After passing Malfoy, Cyrus continued upstairs and soon reached the tower.

There are very few owls inside the tower; almost all of them are public owls kept by the school.

Cyrus took out the letter he had prepared beforehand, found Draco Malfoy's owl, and released it. The owl did not realize that the person in front of it was not its real owner.

Watching the owl spread its wings in the wind and snow, Cyrus couldn't help but smile.

Now, it's time to expel Dumbledore from Hogwarts.

-

"You've found out the secret?" Cyrus met Harry and Ron at the bathroom door. The two of them had almost completely turned back into their original forms, and their oversized robes made them look quite comical.

"Malfoy is not the heir!"

So, we've wasted our time?

“Thankfully, it wasn’t a complete waste of time,” Ron said, panting, turning to close the bathroom door. “I know we still don’t know who launched these attacks, but I’m going to write to Dad tomorrow and ask him to search under the Malfoy’s living room.”

Ron knocked heavily on Hermione's door.

Hermione, come out quickly, we have so much to tell you—

"Get away!" Hermione snapped.

“What happened?” Ron said. “You must be back to normal now, we…”

Suddenly, the weeping Myrtle peeked out from under the door of her private room. She looked extremely happy, as if she had encountered some great joy.

“Oh dear, just you wait,” she said, “it’s terrible!”

They heard the door lock slide open, and Hermione appeared, sobbing. Her face was covered in black hair, her eyes had turned yellow, and two long, pointed ears protruded from her hair.

"That's a cat hair!" she cried out in anguish. "Mi-Mirison must have a cat! But this potion isn't for animal transformations!"

“What bad luck,” Ron said. But a smirk played on his lips, as if some strange fetish had awakened within him.

“You’ll be laughed at endlessly,” Myrtle said cheerfully.