Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

The sun had completely set.

A few not-so-bright stars twinkled in the dark blue sky. Cyrus gripped the tree trunk with one hand and lightly leaped into the hidden cave under the willow tree.

He walked for a long time, and the tunnel began to slope upwards. After a while, a little light shone in after he turned a corner, and he immediately knew that he was about to reach the exit.

It was a messy, gloomy room. The wallpaper was peeling, there were stains all over the floor, the furniture was all broken, as if it had been smashed, and the windows were boarded up.

The Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts' designated transformation area for Lupin, has been considered a terrifying haunted house by wizards for over a decade, theoretically the safest place. But tonight, things seem to be different—

Cyrus, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak, turned deathly pale and looked in terror at the white-bearded old man standing by the window, backlit by the moonlight.

It's Dumbledore!

'But how did Dumbledore end up here?'

Cyrus hurriedly looked down at the Marauder's Map again. On the map, in Professor McGonagall's office, Dumbledore's name was still glaringly obvious!

There are two Dumbledores?

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Chapter 81 Battle with Dumbledore

There are indeed two Dumbledores in this world.

One is Albus Dumbledore, and the other is his brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.

The name that appeared in the headmaster's office at this moment was indeed Albus Dumbledore, and the one in front of him also seemed to be Albus Dumbledore.

Cyrus dared not make a move; only one thought remained in his mind—

Did he spot me? Or not?

He is currently wearing an invisibility cloak, one of the three Deathly Hallows. Even Death himself cannot see through this invisibility cloak. In the original story, when Harry was hiding inside the invisibility cloak, even Voldemort did not notice him.

Perhaps Dumbledore never even noticed him?

Cyrus clung to the last shred of hope.

But he soon learned why people said Albus Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world.

"Good evening, Tom. Or are you afraid to show your true face to me now? I have a lot to say to you. Also, I want to ask you, is there something about you that you shouldn't have?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes, behind his crescent-shaped glasses, were always watching him.

"Please forgive me, but I promised two very energetic students that I would help them get some things back, including a cloak that Harry's father left him. I think it would be better to return it to him. What do you think?" He looked very calm, as if he were talking to a misguided student rather than a Dark Lord who had killed countless people.

Cyrus now clearly understands that he has been completely discovered. Although he is extremely flustered inside, he knows on the surface that he must remain calm.

Dumbledore isn't an omniscient god; the weaker he is, the more he needs to appear stronger. Only in this way can he possibly intimidate Dumbledore and find hope of escape.

As for telling Dumbledore the truth, Cyrus didn't expect him to believe Tom Riddle's nonsense.

The moment Cyrus removed his cloak, Dumbledore's pupils contracted.

"You seem surprised? Did you never imagine I could actually be resurrected?" Cyrus smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You thought you had the victory in your grasp, but you were wrong. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are dead at my hands! You could have stopped it, but you didn't!"

Dumbledore remained silent.

For almost a whole year, he certainly had many opportunities to stop the trouble in advance, but he didn't, in order to test Harry Potter and hope that he could grow to have enough courage to fight Voldemort.

He knew that the child was carrying a heavy burden, so he had to help him grow up.

did not expect……

Before Dumbledore could even feel remorse, he realized something was wrong.

According to the intelligence he had, Harry should have only been in the Chamber of Secrets for a short time. Harry and Tom Riddle shouldn't have had a chance to meet at all. How could Tom be so sure that Harry was dead? Relying on that basilisk?

But he left behind the phoenix as a safeguard.

The only possibility is that the other party is lying.

Dumbledore was actually very familiar with this tactic of his opponents. Tom had also been very adept at using language to attack their minds and make them waver.

He no longer intends to communicate with Cyrus. Some people, no matter how much you talk, it's all in vain.

Dumbledore's wrist suddenly flicked, like cracking a whip, the air snapping with a sharp crack that echoed through the Screaming Shack. It was a golden spell, its light brighter than the sun, which, as it shot towards Cyrus, created a massive vortex, causing the entire shack to tremble precariously!

Cyrus's hair stood on end. He instantly conjured a silver shield, and the spell struck it, causing it to emit a violent sound, like a gong or drum that had been struck hard, producing a piercing, vibrating tone. Then, cracks appeared—

"boom!"

The shield exploded completely.

Cyrus was terrified. Dumbledore's power was far beyond his imagination. On the other hand, there was also the reason that his current magic power could not be compared with Voldemort at his peak.

"You don't want to kill me, do you, Dumbledore? You wouldn't stoop to such a cruel thing, would you?" Cyrus couldn't help but remind Dumbledore of his current position, because for a white wizard like Dumbledore, even if he really defeated him, he probably wouldn't be able to kill him.

Killing a person is cruel to them, but being imprisoned in Azkaban and sentenced to death through proper legal procedures becomes a just act.

As Cyrus fought against Dumbledore—primarily by passively defending against his attacks—he thought that at least Dumbledore's mercy had given him a last resort.

But he didn't want to go to Azkaban.

He cast several killing curses, but Dumbledore dodged them all. The green light fell on the wall of the shed, leaving a charred mark.

Dumbledore glanced at the marks and pondered for a moment.

He was somewhat surprised, not because the Death Curse was too powerful; in fact, quite the opposite, the curse was surprisingly weak. Logically, Tom Riddle's Death Curse should have shattered the rock instantly if it struck it.

Does this mean Tom Riddle had no intention of killing?

Dumbledore was almost startled by the thought that crossed his mind.

If Tom Riddle had no murderous intent, wouldn't Harry Potter have become the Dark Lord?

He quickly forced himself back to his senses, jerked back his wand, and swung it around like a whip. A thin, long flame shot out from the tip of the wand, and he instantly transformed into a cowboy, swinging the flaming rope, intending to tie Cyrus up.

Cyrus, also a master of fire manipulation, seized control of the flames. The fire rope instantly transformed into a giant serpent, bursting through the dilapidated shack with its chest thrust out. Fiendfire immediately began to spread, and the serpent turned to face Dumbledore, hissing angrily.

The snake rose from the ground, ready to strike—

At the same time, Cyrus's spell pierced through the wall of fire between the two and shot straight toward Dumbledore!

Dumbledore immediately swung his wand dramatically, as if wrestling with a bull, and snapped the serpent's head off, placing it between him and another incoming spell—

"boom!!!"

The flames immediately burst forth and spread like a vibrant flower!

If anyone looked out of the principal's office window, they would immediately be drawn to the firelight.

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's vision being obscured by the flames, Cyrus did not hesitate to use Apparition. His body spun around as if he had been swept into a sewer, but then returned to his original position.

"You think I wouldn't set up an anti-Apparition spell here beforehand, Tom?" Dumbledore strolled leisurely through the flames, which seemed to flee at the sight of him as if they had seen something terrifying. A charred path stretched out beneath his feet.

"You should surrender. Azkaban would be a good place for you."

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Chapter 82 My Name is Cyrus

“I have absolutely no desire to go to Azkaban, Dumbledore.”

Cyrus tried to decipher Dumbledore's mind; the other man seemed extremely confident at the moment. This wasn't surprising, though, as Cyrus's current magical power was roughly equivalent to Voldemort's when he first graduated, far inferior to Dumbledore's when he possessed the Elder Wand.

This old man probably saw through my strength the moment we started fighting.

Now, making good use of Dumbledore's confidence is probably the only possibility for him to escape.

He simply stopped attacking, letting his hands hang down, which made Dumbledore raise an eyebrow: "What trick are you up to now, Tom?"

His tone was very flippant, and the atmosphere between the two was no longer as tense as before. It was as if he was not facing an enemy who intended to kill each other, but a naughty yet naive and foolish bad student.

Cyrus took out the Marauder's Map and ran his fingers along the empty parchment: "This is indeed a very powerful magical artifact, isn't it?"

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

He picked up his wand and gently tapped it on the parchment, whereupon numerous words and pictures immediately appeared.

Dumbledore was drawn to his movements, his beautiful blue eyes fixed on the Marauder's Map, and he roughly knew what the other man's concerns were.

"So sometimes, we have to admit that young people always have more amazing ideas and can do things that we can't," he said with a smile.

“But I have a question—” Cyrus looked directly at Dumbledore, “How did you manage to appear both in the Headmaster’s office and in front of me at the same time?”

“That’s easy, Tom, with just a little help.” Dumbledore calmly pulled a golden pendant from his robes; it was a ring-shaped object with a small hourglass in the center.

Time converter!

Now the truth is out.

Dumbledore used a time-turner, which allowed him to appear in two different locations simultaneously. As for how he precisely knew which secret passage he would choose to leave through, that was probably not accidental. Dumbledore had the time and energy to try them one by one.

No matter which secret passage Cyrus takes tonight, this cunning old man will appear before him.

Cyrus suddenly felt a sense of despair.

How can people play with this?