Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

How can the guy who made them suffer so much in this hell still be alive?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Bella slammed her head against the iron bars with all her might:

"Let me go and kill him!"

"Let me go!"

Her eyes flashed with a cruel killing intent. She wasn't after freedom, or even to escape this place that tormented her. She wanted revenge for her master.

This was a woman utterly loyal to the Dark Lord. In her heart, Voldemort's status had long surpassed that of her husband and family, and even herself. If Cyrus were to reveal "his identity" to her, she would probably immediately offer her body and soul.

Moreover, she is very capable and can do a lot of things for Cyrus.

But Cyrus never even glanced at her.

Bella might be useful, but he can't use her yet. Don't be fooled by how he drove away hundreds of Soul Eaters at once. In reality, it's because of Azkaban's internal structure that he only faces a few Soul Eaters at a time.

If he leaves this prison, the Dementors will swarm in from all directions. He doesn't even have a wand. How can he possibly deal with them?

In this situation, only Sirius, who can freely enter and leave Azkaban, can help him.

“I can tell you where Peter Pettigrew is, but I need you to do me a favor.” Cyrus reached his hand through the gap in the iron bars and stopped in front of Sirius. “You must—make an—unbreakable vow!”

Cyrus worried that once Sirius left, he might find a way to discover his "identity," and Cyrus would likely regret it immediately. His hatred for Mystic was no less than that for Peter Pettigrew.

"An unbreakable vow? Then you'll need to find at least one witness."

"I don't need it."

Cyrus grasped his dirty hands.

"Really? Then where's your wand?"

“No need for a wand.” Cyrus extended the fingers of his right hand and placed them against his left hand, which was clasped with Sirius’s.

"Sirius Black, I'll tell you about Peter Pettigrew. After you leave Azkaban, could you do me a favor right away? I need you to get a few things back from Lucius Malfoy."

"Lucius Malfoy?" Sirius frowned, a little hesitant. Could someone who was associated with the Malfoy family be a good person?

"Are you willing?" Cyrus pressed on.

“You must guarantee that no one will get hurt as a result, and that it’s not intended to hurt anyone! Can you guarantee that?” Sirius took the initiative, scrutinizing Cyrus with intense eyes.

To his surprise, Cyrus readily agreed.

"I guarantee that what I'm asking you to do will not harm anyone in any way, even if you do so willingly."

A thin, dazzling tongue of fire shot out from Cyrus's fingertips, like a red-hot metal wire, wrapping around their clasped hands.

"Then I agree!" Sirius said eagerly.

The second curse seal also locked their arms tightly, like a branding iron.

"Can you guarantee that all the information you gave me about Peter Pettigrew is true?" Sirius immediately asked the question that concerned him most.

“I promise.” Cyrus nodded, then made another vow, “You must promise not to reveal anything about me to anyone before you complete my task, and not to ask anyone about me…”

"I would like to..."

Chapter 88 The Visitor

"The Patronus Charm? Tom can actually use the Patronus Charm?"

Dumbledore sat in his office, put down the letter in his hand, and looked on with a surprised expression.

The letter was sent to him by Fudge from the Ministry of Magic, which has a department specifically for communicating with Dementors.

A few days earlier, the Dementor leader, whom Cyrus had banished with the Patronus Charm, contacted the Ministry of Magic, questioning why they had allowed a prisoner to enter Azkaban with a wand. As a result, the Ministry conducted a second inspection of Cyrus, confirming that the seemingly young wizard could cast some spells without a wand.

Judging from this, the young man seems more like a descendant of the great wizard Slytherin than before.

Because Dumbledore paid special attention to Cyrus, Fudge immediately wrote a letter to Dumbledore. At the same time, the shrewd fellow was also worried that Cyrus might use this trick to escape from Azkaban, so he was extremely concerned, and even Malfoy's previous application was rejected several times.

Fudge wrote this letter to ask Dumbledore to go and strengthen the magical restraints on Cyrus. Even if Cyrus was no longer able to deal with the large number of Dementors once he left the prison, those guys would still be dissatisfied if they couldn't get into the prison.

For Dumbledore, Tom Riddle had been incredibly strange throughout the entire school year. While Tom's initial reluctance to kill the attacked students might have stemmed from fear of his own intervention, many subsequent events remained inexplicable.

The other party could have killed Ginny Weasley, but he didn't, and the killing curse he unleashed that night had almost no power.

Now, Tom Riddle has cast a Patronus spell without a wand in prison. This is no ordinary spell; Voldemort, who doesn't understand love and many other positive emotions, might feel pleasure, but he will never feel happiness.

Considering that the other party kept emphasizing that his name was "Sylph," Dumbledore began to doubt his own judgment for the first time.

"Could it be that he really isn't Tom Riddle?"

Regardless of the possibility, he now indeed needs to go to Azkaban in person to cast a powerful anti-lock spell on the other party's shackles, preferably with some other magical restraints.

Since school was already on holiday, Dumbledore didn't waste any time. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and crawled into the fireplace.

"The British Ministry of Magic."

Green flames suddenly ignited, instantly transporting Dumbledore to the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge had been waiting for quite some time.

"You've finally arrived, Dumbledore." He hurried to greet him, looking slightly nervous. "Let's get going right away, or who knows what kind of trouble those Dementors will cause."

“I warned you long ago that having Dementors guard Azkaban was not a good choice,” Dumbledore said.

It was common knowledge that he disliked the guards at Azkaban. However, the Ministry of Magic clearly didn't see it that way. The Dementors were being put to good use in Azkaban; if they weren't allowed there, the Ministry would have to figure out how to deal with these troublesome creatures.

"Let's talk about this later..." Fudge said vaguely.

He wasn't tall; standing next to Dumbledore, he looked about a head shorter than the other man.

Dumbledore wasn't surprised by his attitude towards the Dementors. In fact, ever since Aldrich Diggory, the Minister for Magic, failed to ban the Dementors, no one had objected to letting them guard Azkaban.

Dumbledore's arrival was within Cyrus's expectations; he was even prepared for the possibility that the other man would move him to another place and imprison him alone. However, Dumbledore simply left a powerful protective spell on his cell, ensuring that even if he obtained the wand, he would not be able to leave the cage easily.

Once the magic on the cage begins to break down, it will immediately leave a mark on Cyrus, and Dumbledore will immediately know Cyrus's location.

“I think you could add a little more insurance to make sure he can’t cast any magic,” Fudge said worriedly. According to Dumbledore’s approach, the Dementors’ demands were not being met at all.

“I think the Minister for Magic is right. If you’re so afraid of me, why don’t you bind me tightly with iron chains?” Cyrus raised an eyebrow. He was deliberately provoking Dumbledore.

From the moment the two met in their true forms, Dumbledore immediately sensed that Cyrus and Voldemort were not entirely the same individuals. However, he was deeply impressed by the young Tom Riddle's exceptional ability to manipulate people.

In the matter of Voldemort, Dumbledore preferred to "kill the wrong person."

That being said, since this "Tom" who called himself "Sylph" did indeed make him feel different, he was willing to give him the maximum leniency, which was to reduce the range of Sylph's magic to only affect his own cell, which could be considered as a "reward" for not actually harming any of the young wizards in Hogwarts.

“I only hope that you can learn to repent properly in Azkaban,” Dumbledore said softly, “especially when you see how your old friends are suffering, losing the last bit of happiness they have left.”

"This doesn't sound like something a saint like Dumbledore would say."

"I never was."

Dumbledore left.

He passed by many Death Eater cells, most of whom were either insane or simply lying on the ground with their eyes rolled back, except for one. As he passed Sirius's cell, the prisoner inside looked at him like a quiet black dog.

Beneath her calm gaze lay a hint of resentment.

Dumbledore was a little surprised.

“Sirius,” Fudge said immediately after noticing Dumbledore’s brief pause, “I heard he was like a madman when he first came in, but he’s quiet now. That terrible murderer, isn’t he?”

Sirius remained silent.

"Yes." Dumbledore left.

Azkaban saw off its visitors once again, but soon, new visitors arrived.

After Dumbledore left, Fudge finally felt confident about the safety of Azkaban, and Malfoy's application was finally approved.

The couple separated after entering Azkaban. Fudge, though he tacitly agreed, also accompanied them, but he only stopped in front of Sirius's cell, leaving Malfoy plenty of space.

He didn't think Malfoy could cause any trouble. Azkaban wasn't a place you could just walk into. Malfoy had been made sure he didn't have anything that could help any prisoner leave, not to mention that Dumbledore himself was casting a spell on Tom Riddle's cell.

“Sirius, I want you to hand over the Gringotts key to the Black family estate to me. You’ve been sentenced to life imprisonment, and I am one of the rightful heirs to the Black family’s legacy.” Narcissa’s gaze couldn’t help but wander deeper into the distance; she was completely distracted.

"Give the Black family's inheritance to Malfoy? I think you're crazy!" Sirius grinned, even though he had agreed to a short-term cooperation with the Malfoys by a man named Cyrus, it didn't mean he had any good feelings towards the Malfoys.

Not to mention, he could have easily left his estate to Harry.

"What's wrong? Is the Malfoy family starting to run into financial difficulties?"

“I think—perhaps, Draco—he needs—” Narcissa felt like she was in agony every moment.

She was worried about whether the dark wizard would really go to jail. In reality, that possibility was probably very small; she was more worried about whether the other party was satisfied with Draco, and whether he would take his anger out on Draco.

But Sirius seemed unwilling to pay attention to her, and turned his dark but shining gaze to Fudge, who was reading a newspaper.

"Have you finished reading the newspaper? If you have, why not give it to me? I want to do some crossword puzzles to pass the time; you know how boring it is here. I did have an interesting friend a few days ago, but unfortunately..."

"Here you go," Fudge said impatiently, tossing the newspaper to him.

Chapter 89 Sirius's Escape

"You've finally arrived, Lucius. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."