Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Is this still Malfoy?

However, Dumbledore didn't suspect that Malfoy was the one who stole the Horcrux and was controlled by Tom Riddle. Because he knew Tom too well. Tom would never be overly conspicuous without ensuring his own safety.

and--

'Tom Riddle couldn't possibly save anyone.'

Cyrus's act of saving Graham completely cleared him of suspicion. The Dark Lord only takes lives; how could he possibly save anyone?

Watching the rapidly falling figure, Dumbledore raised his arm once more:

"Shock reduction and speed stop!"

Cyrus felt as if a gentle force was lifting him up from behind, as if he were being gently slammed onto a wool pad, his descent slowing down.

He immediately knew that it was Dumbledore who had made the move.

So he simply stopped caring about anything and let himself fall to the ground.

Lady Hodge blew her silver whistle and swooped down. Cyrus immediately took out the golden snitch he was holding.

Then he was carried into the school clinic by a large group of people, who cheered as if they were celebrating their own hospitalization.

Just one chapter today, but it's 4000 words, hehe.

Chapter 61 The Quiet Night

Cyrus's injury was more serious than he had imagined. In Ms. Pomfrey's own words:

"This arm is more broken than tea leaves from a divination session."

To put it another way, it's like a noodle that's been squeezed for more than ten minutes.

Ginny and Hermione had intended to come and visit him immediately, but Harry and Ron stopped them. They didn't want to be crammed in with so many Slytherins.

“I think you’re worrying too much, Ginny. Don’t forget, it’s Malfoy who’s injured, not…” Ron raised an eyebrow.

Ginny immediately realized what was happening.

Yes, Malfoy is injured. What does that have to do with Mr. Riddle?

Now, Ginny and Hermione weren't in a hurry anymore. It was Malfoy who was unlucky anyway, so what did it matter? If Mr. Riddle hadn't been in control of Malfoy's body, they'd even been thinking of setting off fireworks to celebrate!

“But he flies really well. What will you do if Slytherin makes it back to the finals?” Ron was a little worried.

“Don’t worry, he’s not planning to play a second match,” Ginny said.

She knew that "Mr. Riddle" was only playing Quidditch for the experience, not because he actually liked it.

Harry was initially relieved, but then felt a strong sense of frustration.

The mere thought of competing against them made him shudder; the feeling of being utterly defeated in what he considered his area of ​​expertise was far from pleasant. Afterwards, they waited until the Slytherin team members left the infirmary before visiting Cyrus, but left quickly.

However, the person who visited Cyrus next was completely unexpected by Cyrus.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Qiu walked in with some food.

Cyrus glanced at it and saw that it was pumpkin pie.

“I just ran into Diggory from Hufflepuff, and he gave me some pumpkin pie. I figured you probably hadn’t eaten anything either, so I brought some with me,” Zhang Qiu explained. She looked very shy, completely different from her demeanor on the field.

"Thank you, I'm actually quite hungry." Cyrus happily picked up the pumpkin pie and started eating.

He had already eaten a hasty breakfast and had engaged in strenuous exercise, so he was starving. But when Harry and the Slytherin team came to see him, not a single one of them brought any food.

"It's nothing serious with your hand," Ms. Pomfrey said, "it should be fully recovered by tonight."

"That's good..." Zhang Qiu was silent for a moment, "You flew really well today, and that sloth tumbled over the tree, it was spectacular. No one can keep up for that long and keep in sync with my movements..."

"Thank you," Cyrus replied while eating. However, he could clearly sense that the atmosphere was a bit awkward; the cute girl's shyness made him feel awkward too.

After a while, Zhang Qiu finally mustered up her courage and said forcefully, "Could you give me an autograph?"

"What? An autograph?"

Cyrus was surprised that the other party would make such a request.

Has his identity as the Dark Lord been exposed?

Wait a minute, the Dark Lord has no worshippers whatsoever.

Even if such a person existed, they would be an inherently evil Slytherin wizard. What are you, a Ravenclaw and a member of the D.A., doing here?

“I think you could become a great Quidditch player someday! So, it would be great to get your autograph in advance!” Zhang Qiu said, blushing slightly. She was still a little shy, but once she said it, she realized it wasn’t so difficult after all. “Which team will you join? The Chadley Cannons haven’t been doing very well, and what about the Irish teams—”

“Sorry,” Cyrus interrupted Cho Zhang, “I have no intention of becoming a Quidditch star.”

"Oh—" Zhang Qiu paused for a moment, then laughed, "I can understand, but it's a real pity. You're really talented, quite different from your last competition. To be honest, I was a little dismissive of you at first. I didn't expect you to improve so quickly."

Cyrus pursed his lips.

Is this progress?

They hired a substitute player!

Draco Malfoy will be just as bad as he gets in the next game.

Well, it's not that he's terrible, but he's definitely not at Harry's level. Malfoy does have talent, but the problem is that he's always been pampered and can't endure hardship. Even if Cyrus wasn't controlling this body, he would still find it difficult to stick to training.

Although he had never participated in Quidditch training, Cyrus encouraged him, "You can do it too if you train hard."

"Thank you." Zhang Qiu stood up. "I have to go now. I wish you a speedy recovery."

She walked to the door, then turned back to look at Cyrus: "I think you say something very different from what others say. Goodbye."

She closed the door to the school clinic, leaving Cyrus, looking bewildered, deep in thought with a half-eaten pumpkin pie in his hand.

'This little girl wouldn't be infatuated with me, no, with Draco, would she?'

But he soon shook his head.

"It shouldn't be that bad, after all, we've only met once. Maybe he just admires me a little because he thinks I fly really well." He stuffed the pumpkin cake into his mouth and changed his lying position.

"But if Draco is smart enough, it's not impossible for him to develop a relationship with Cho Chang given the current situation." Cyrus thought about how heartbroken Harry would be to see his goddess constantly around his nemesis!

Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was so focused on Harry that he had no time to look at other women.

Cyrus spent several hours alone in the school infirmary, and it was completely dark outside. Ms. Pomfrey came out from behind the curtain, bent down and squeezed his arm. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she let Cyrus leave the infirmary.

Stepping out of the school clinic, there was no one in the corridor.

Cyrus avoided looking at the portrait and took out the Marauder's Map.

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

The blank parchment opened automatically, revealing lines that formed a multifaceted map. Except for some hidden chambers, every corner of the castle was fully revealed.

He saw that there were quite a few badger cubs wandering around the kitchen area, while there were almost no young wizards roaming around in other parts of the castle.

On such days, even the most energetic Gryffindors dared not wander around at night, lest they encounter that terrible heir and ultimately meet a tragic end!

"It will be even more difficult to launch an attack in the future."

Cyrus shook his head, put the map away, and turned to walk towards the Room of Requirement.

"Let's continue studying alchemy."

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Chapter 62 Tutoring Class

The next morning, as Cyrus was still sleepy and eating breakfast at the Slytherin table, an owl carrying a letter flew down to him.

Cyrus took the letter, fed the owl some food, and immediately opened it.

The letter was from Lucius and Narcissa, and on the surface, it appeared to be nothing more than a simple expression of their concern and greetings for their son. However, Cyrus immediately discerned the coded message within. After casting a subtle revealing spell, the true message vanished in a flash.

Lucius has convinced the other board members that Dumbledore will be removed from the school as soon as the next victim appears. He has also made some efforts with the Ministry of Magic, guaranteeing that Hagrid can be sent to Azkaban for a few days.

Cyrus was inwardly excited, but outwardly he remained calm, as if he were reading an ordinary letter. He silently folded the letter and put it back into his sleeve.

The two lackeys sitting next to him seemed to want to talk to him, but considering that Malfoy had become a different person recently, they didn't dare to say anything.

"What's wrong?" Cyrus glared at them with the arrogance typical of Malfoys.

"No, it's nothing..."

"I'm done eating, goodbye." Cyrus stood up alone and walked across the table full of people. Many people greeted him, but he ignored them all, instead thinking about when to launch the next decisive attack.

Now, immediately?

Or should we wait a little longer?

'The matter of forging the Philosopher's Stone is still a complete mystery, and I'm not prepared to confront Dumbledore.' Cyrus's biggest worry was Dumbledore.

However, if the plan goes smoothly, he won't have to face Dumbledore.

"We can't afford to make any more mistakes!"

The Christmas surprise caught him completely off guard, but thankfully nothing bad happened. Cyrus considered it carefully and decided to continue as the original story had progressed. The next attack would be on the day of the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match, and the target, naturally, would be—

"What can't go wrong?"

A voice suddenly interrupted Cyrus's thoughts. He looked up and saw Lockhart with a beaming smile.