Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

In his cell, Cyrus leaned casually against the wall. However, to be honest, Cyrus wasn't sure if Malfoy would come to see him in prison. In fact, even if Malfoy didn't come, Cyrus planned to have Sirius go find Malfoy anyway.

These days he spends most of his time immersed in his memories. Although he is no longer a Horcrux, the Pensieve-like abilities he had when it was a diary have remained.

“Master…” Malfoy knelt humbly in front of the cell, his head bowed in trepidation. He dared not ask any questions and could only await Cyrus’s instructions.

“I need your help with something else, Lucius.” Cyrus slowly walked up to him, manipulating sand with his magic to form a line of text in front of him, “Help me get these things.”

Lucius barely looked at what those things actually were, and in fact, it didn't matter. What mattered was how to get those things into Azkaban.

“Master… I’m afraid it will be difficult. The Ministry of Magic will not allow me to bring anything to Azkaban,” he said fearfully, afraid that Cyrus would think him incompetent.

"Don't worry, Lucius, Blake will help you."

"Black? Sirius Black?" Lucius looked up in surprise. So that person from over a decade ago really did side with the Dark Lord? But he clearly remembered that the one who sideped with the Dark Lord back then was actually Peter Pettigrew.

That ugly little fat boy even appeared before the Dark Lord to tip him off.

"But he's also in Azkaban..."

“I know, I have a way to get him out.” Cyrus tried to appear enigmatic in front of Malfoy. “At the same time, I also have a way to get him to bring those things in.”

As he spoke, Cyrus suddenly realized something:

"Lucius, would the house-elves' Apparition work in Azkaban?"

“I’m afraid not, Master,” Lucius said immediately.

Azkaban and Hogwarts are fundamentally different. Hogwarts requires house-elves for service, but a prison doesn't. Azkaban has been a prison for centuries; if such a loophole truly existed, it wouldn't have been overlooked for so long.

“Master, if you need Dobby’s service, I will have him assist you after you leave! It would be his honor!”

"Let's talk about this later. You just need to take care of my business first. Blake will contact you afterwards."

"I understand."

Lucius didn't stay long before leaving. Almost as soon as he left, Sirius angrily arrived at Cyrus's cell with the newspaper in his hand.

"He's alive! He's alive!"

He paced anxiously, stomping his bare feet on the ground. He wished he could appear before that coward right now and tear him apart with his fangs, not with magic!

“I told you so.” Cyrus wasn’t surprised by Sirius’s behavior at all. Instead, he casually pulled out the newspaper that Sirius was clutching tightly and flattened it. The photo of the Weasley family with the mouse missing a finger on the newspaper was so jarring.

"More importantly, this Weasley just happened to be Harry's roommate. For two whole school years, Harry was actually in danger. Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew was always cautious and didn't dare to make any rash moves."

Sirius Black, whether he heard Cyrus's words or not, his eyes bloodshot, shouted incoherently, "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

“Of course, but before that, don’t forget what you promised me,” Cyrus said softly. “Otherwise, you might not even have time to kill him before you die. And he will take Harry’s life and go to that dark wizard.”

Sirius Black seemed to have been doused with cold water and calmed down.

He wasn't afraid of dying; he was only afraid of not being able to kill his enemies and that Harry would get hurt.

"I will complete your task first."

“No rush. I just need you to return here before the next full moon with what Malfoy gave you. In the meantime, I think you can take some time to visit Privet Drive and see how that poor boy is doing,” Cyrus said tolerantly. “Poor thing, isn’t it? Every wizard is celebrating the day he lost his family.”

Sirius was so grief-stricken he didn't want to talk to Cyrus about it anymore.

His body bent down, his clothes turned into fur, and he transformed into a large black dog.

Sirius was about to bite the rolled-up newspaper and leave, but Cyrus stopped him.

“Since you’re leaving anyway, you might as well leave this to me. It’s a crossword puzzle, and it’s pretty good for passing the time.” Cyrus said as he cast several waterproof spells and other incantations on Sirius to ensure he could leave Azkaban as quickly as possible.

Then he watched Sirius leave Azkaban.

He escaped from prison.

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"He's escaped!" Scrimgeour, the chief of staff of the Aurors, practically stormed into Fudge's office. "I really don't understand why you agreed to let Malfoy visit him!"

"What? Tom Riddle escaped from prison?" Fudge was so flustered he almost jumped up.

He knew that if his agreement to let Malfoy secretly meet with "Tom Riddle" were revealed after the latter's escape, he would be in serious trouble. However, he was also puzzled as to how Scrimgeour knew about this.

He kept it a secret very well; he even personally accompanied her when she went to Azkaban.

"What Tom Riddle?" Now it was Scrimgeour's turn to be surprised. "Wasn't Malfoy supposed to be visiting Sirius Black?"

“Cough cough—it really is Sirius…” Fudge coughed twice, then relaxed.

Malfoy's visit to Black wasn't a big deal, as he had previously told Malfoy that their families were related. Moreover, Malfoy cleverly used the pretext of "obtaining Black's inheritance," thus clearing himself of suspicion of assisting Sirius's escape.

What he couldn't understand was how Sirius managed to escape from prison.

He recalled seeing Sirius Black in prison; Sirius's rationality had indeed surprised him. But even so, how did he manage to escape the Dementors' encirclement?

“Start searching for him immediately. Are there any leads in Azkaban?” Fudge was relieved on one hand, but worried on the other hand that this terrible thug might cause a devastating attack.

“I heard that before he escaped from prison, someone heard him frantically shouting ‘He’s alive!’ I guess he might have been referring to Harry Potter,” Scrimgeour said with a grim face.

Fudge's face also turned deathly pale.

"You mean, he might be eyeing that child?"

Chapter 90: Do you understand my brother, or do I understand my brother?

There is no day or night in Azkaban; the only embellishment is the daily roars of the prisoners.

Cyrus soon grew tired of the crossword puzzles in the newspaper; even in Azkaban, doing such things was a waste of time. He'd rather use that time to practice magic; these days, his Patronus Charm was becoming increasingly proficient.

A brief moment of freedom and joy filled almost all his emotions, and the silver thread transformed before his eyes into a giant bird, an eagle!

After Sirius left Azkaban, the number of Dementors remaining in Azkaban prison decreased significantly. Fudge used them as manpower to search for Sirius's whereabouts, but unfortunately, it was destined to be in vain.

However, this is a good thing for Cyrus.

With the number of Soul Eaters drastically reduced, their impact on the climate near Azkaban also lessened. The dark clouds seemed thinner, and occasionally even a few weak rays of sunlight could be seen.

Soon, the second full month will be up.

A large, jet-black dog suddenly rushed ashore, vigorously shaking off the wet droplets from its fur. It carried a small cloth bag in its mouth.

Sirius Black glanced upwards with his round eyes. The few remaining Dementors were still flying aimlessly through the sky, showing no interest in a black dog like him. Nevertheless, he cautiously made his way towards the gray tower.

After passing through many prisoners' cells, Sirius finally found Cyrus in the deepest part of the prison.

He passed through the iron bars and transformed back into human form in front of Cyrus. He looked exactly the same as he had a short while ago, except for a change of clothes, though he was still filthy, disheveled, and his hair was even greasier than Snape's.

"We finally got out of here, can't you at least tidy yourself up a bit?" Cyrus took a step back with a hint of disdain and pointed at Sirius. "Get yourself all fresh."

In an instant, the stench emanating from the filthy homeless man vanished, revealing a gaunt face that didn't look very healthy.

“I don’t have that much time. Besides, the waterproof spell you cast on me last time was useless; it lost its effect the moment I left the prison.” Sirius tossed the bag to Cyrus. He couldn’t wait to go back, since he had already done everything he was supposed to do according to his oath.

“That’s because Dumbledore’s magic has locked my magic in this cell,” Cyrus said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing me another favor, would you?”

"What?" Sirius didn't refuse directly, but instead looked at Cyrus with a puzzled expression. Actually, he was also very curious about what Cyrus wanted Malfoy to bring, and the fear that Malfoy showed when he heard the name "Tom Riddle" also surprised Sirius.

However, due to his oath, he could not inquire about anything related to Cyrus.

At this moment, Cyrus took out the contents of the small bag that had been enchanted with the Unseen Stretching Charm—a wand, a Nimbus 2000, a small transparent bottle, a bottle of dew, a pupa of a hawk moth, and most ridiculously, Malfoy had even thoughtfully prepared a small bottle of Felix Felicis.

A few drops of golden liquid were contained in the clear glass bottle.

Now, Sirius knows exactly what the other party wants to do.

"You plan to practice Animagus here?" he asked, his face full of absurdity.

Animagus is no easy form of transfiguration. Typically, a wizard may need to prepare for a long time, sometimes even several years, to master it. Not to mention in the harsh environment of Azkaban.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Cyrus picked up the wand and examined it carefully. He quickly determined that the wand was made of yew wood and the core was made of phoenix feathers.

Malford had a wand custom-made using the same material as Voldemort's previous wand, but Cyrus felt it wasn't as smooth as the one Voldemort remembered. Of course, for a powerful wizard like him, unless it was a particularly special wand, there wasn't much difference.

"Of course there's a problem! Moonlight, how are you going to solve it?"

“That’s why I need your help.” Cyrus spat out the mandrake leaf that he had been holding in his mouth for a month, protected it with magic, and then plucked a hair from his own head, handing everything to Sirius.

“I could have found a way to break through the clouds with these things myself, but Dumbledore’s magic restricted me; my spells cannot leave the cage. But you can.” Cyrus looked at him and continued, “In exchange, I can give you another piece of information.”

"You're hiding something from me about Peter Pettigrew?"

“Not Peter Pettigrew, but your brother, Regulus Black.”

Sirius fell into a brief silence, a look of surprise and a hint of sadness on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a sneer. He said with a sarcastic expression:

“Regulus? Why should I know about that coward—why should I know about a filthy Death Eater? I don’t want to know which stinking corner he died in!”

“But what if he’s not a coward? He’s just a kid who accidentally went astray but found his way back.” Cyrus looked into Sirius’s eyes and said softly, “He’s actually a hero, and more importantly, he holds the key to defeating the Mystic.”

"Isn't it ironic? The well-known war hero is actually just a traitor who betrayed his friends, while the man who has always been considered a loyal follower of the mysterious man is a true hero."

"Do you really know about him?"

"At least I know much more than you, my older brother."

Sirius was momentarily speechless. He had been at odds with his family since childhood, and had already joined the Potter family before graduating. He truly knew nothing about his timid younger brother, and had never cared about him. He only remembered that his brother had always been proud of being a pure-blood, the most prized heir of the Black family in his mother's eyes, who despised Muggles.

They were not on the same path when they were in school, and after graduation, they immediately went their separate ways.

Today, someone actually told him that his younger brother—a Death Eater—was actually an unknown hero?

However, what concerned him even more was what Cyrus had said about "the key to eliminating the mysterious man."