Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Didn't they make so many sacrifices more than a decade ago just to eliminate the mysterious man?

Sirius couldn't refuse; in fact, he hadn't intended to refuse in the first place. Cyrus telling him about Peter Pettigrew was already a huge favor to him. The matter of Regulus was merely an unexpected bonus.

As for the enigmatic Cyrus himself, although he was still very curious, he was at least certain that the other party was not Voldemort's group, and that was enough.

Chapter 91 Imagomagus

The large silver dog broke through the deep clouds, driving away the Soul Eater.

Sirius Black, carrying mandrakes soaked in morning dew and a hawk moth, rode a broomstick and broke through the clouds, arriving under the moonlight. The magic of the silvery moonlight began to affect the materials in the small glass bottle.

The air above Azkaban was extremely cold, and the icy wind cut into his thin body.

He needed to perform a delicate operation under the high moonlight—he had to place the mandrake into a glass bottle under the moonlight before adding the dew, Cyrus's hair, and the pupa of the hawk moth.

The order of this process must not be disrupted, otherwise a magical accident is very likely to occur, so he must be extremely focused at this moment.

A moment later, Sirius returned with a glass bottle containing the potion in his mouth, and he threw the broom on the ground.

"Done. Now all you need to do is put it in a dark corner where the sun won't shine. Luckily, there are plenty of places like that around here."

“Yes.” Cyrus waved his hand, and the small bottle disappeared immediately.

"Then you need to wait for the first clap of thunder before the storm—" Sirius had only spoken halfway when a thunderclap sounded outside the window. The heavy dark clouds couldn't even be penetrated by the lightning, and his expression was very helpless.

"That's the worst part. In Azkaban, it's very difficult to tell which thunderclap is the harbinger of a storm. Don't try to summon a storm with magic spells, or it might have some bad consequences."

"Don't worry, even if I wanted to, my spell wouldn't be able to break through this cage for the time being," Cyrus said.

A forced breakthrough is certainly possible, but Cyrus doesn't want to alert Dumbledore.

“That would be best. Also, don’t forget that while waiting for the storm, you must point your wand at your heart and chant the spell at every sunrise and sunset,” Sirius reminded him. “I don’t think you’ve forgotten the time in the outside world, have you?”

“How could that be? I’ve always remembered a clock keeping time. Besides, Malfoy told me the approximate location of Azkaban last time, so calculating the sunrise and sunset times isn’t difficult,” Cyrus said. “There are still a few hours until dawn, so let me tell you about Regulus first.”

Cyrus spent about half an hour telling Sirius about Regulus's experiences. Of course, he concealed the existence of the Horcrux and the fact that the Horcrux was Slytherin's pendant, only saying that it was something very important to Voldemort.

"You mean, he gave Kreacher the chance to live and died in that huge lake?" Sirius's face was full of disbelief.

It's incredible that the Black family has such a kind child. If their ancestors, who prided themselves on "pure blood" and enjoyed cutting off the heads of house-elves as decorations, knew that Regulus gave a chance to live to a lowly house-elf while he himself was willing to die, they would probably be so angry that they wouldn't be able to hold their coffins shut.

“He was a good boy, he just went astray,” Cyrus said softly. “But later he saw the true nature of the Death Eaters and immediately turned to the light.”

"Where is that cave? And where did that thing that was so important to the Dark Lord go?"

“Who knows? Maybe Regulus has already found a way to destroy it, or maybe he hasn’t?” Cyrus said, feigning indifference. In reality, he was very interested in the pendant. Of all the treasures left behind by the four great leaders, only the pendant’s power was unknown. “If you have the chance, you can talk to Dumbledore about it.”

“Dumbledore, ha—” Sirius laughed self-deprecatingly, “I bet if he saw me, he’d grab me and hand me over to the Dementors the moment he saw me. I’m not afraid of death, but I’d at least have to kill that despicable traitor first!”

Sirius rushed off again. Cyrus had intended to give him the broom, but the guy ran too fast for Cyrus to even speak.

It's clear that he really cares about his "brother," but right now the most important and urgent thing is to kill Peter Pettigrew.

This is no easy feat. The Ministry of Magic is relentlessly pursuing him, and even the Muggle world is after him. Once he sets foot on British soil, he won't even have a chance to revert to human form. If he weren't an unregistered Animagus, he would probably have been captured several times over by now.

Cyrus felt the humidity in the air and the movement of the clouds and rain. Soon, the clock that had been ticking in his memory reached three in the morning, which was almost sunrise.

Azkaban is located in the North Sea, and considering the climate there, it should be located in a relatively northern part of the country, where the nights in summer may only last five or six hours.

Cyrus was facing northeast, where the clouds appeared slightly darker.

However, to avoid any mistakes, Cyrus still chose to take a small drop of Felix Felicis. Instantly, a strange feeling enveloped him. He felt light and confident, as if a devil's web was spreading across his body.

A flash of inspiration struck my mind like a bolt of lightning!

He suddenly felt that he should try a different approach.

The Animagus spell is: Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.

The spell you use must correspond to the spell you use. You can't have a glowing lamp stuck in your mouth and your wand shoot out a killing spell.

"But what if I use a different spell?"

The voice kept echoing in Cyrus's mind; it was incredibly tempting, yet reason made him hesitate. Felix Felicis wasn't a potion of luck, much less a panacea. It couldn't change the inherent factors of the outside world; it could only make you feel that everything was going your way.

But the strong premonition in his heart gradually convinced Cyrus.

He raised his wand and pointed it to his heart. A new, but vague, spell inexplicably popped into his mind, as if a distant voice was whispering in his ear:

"—Imagmagus."

In a black world, a large golden bird spreads its broad wings!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A powerful second heartbeat suddenly pounded in Cyrus's chest, like a violent drumbeat.

Normally, a wizard practicing Animagus wouldn't immediately feel a second heartbeat, but at this moment, the two beating hearts in Cyrus's chest seemed to begin to overlap—

The entirety of Azkaban was engulfed in a massive vortex of magical energy. The clouds, which resembled black, rocky formations, began to swirl and create a colossal wall of wind. It was as if a hole had appeared in the sky, sweeping everything inside.

A giant eye of the storm appeared over Azkaban, and the rising morning light and the moonlight about to fall into the sea slanted down together, like a light veil draped over Cyrus.

He suddenly felt that the air had become more humid than before.

This is a sign that a storm is coming.

"boom--"

The first bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

Cyrus immediately took out the glass bottle, and in just a few hours, the mandrake and the pupa of the ghost-faced hawk moth in the bottle disappeared, replaced by a crystal clear, blood-red potion.

Following his inner premonition, Cyrus drank the entire blood-red potion in one gulp.

He immediately felt intense pain throughout his body, and the second heartbeat was even stronger than before. He felt as if his body was being replaced by something else.

It was a huge bird with golden wings!

His handsome face began to contort, his mouth protruding forward and turning into a sharp beak; his ears transformed into beautiful feathers on either side; his hands became wings, and two more pairs of smaller wings grew from his back; his legs also became enormous claws...

The enormous body instantly filled the entire cell.

Chapter 92 Home is behind you, and the world is in front of you

"This is truly a ghost!"

Sirius Black tumbled awkwardly in the water, nearly being swept away by the surging waves.

The weather was fine when he left Azkaban, and only two or three hours later, the storm came rather abruptly.

In fact, he had been in Azkaban for almost twelve years and knew the climate there better than anyone. Although the weather at sea was unpredictable, Azkaban did not experience its period of frequent and severe storms until after October.

It's only July, and this storm is really unusual.

He turned his head and looked back, and found that distant Azkaban was completely shrouded in darkness, with heavy black clouds almost connecting with the sea, and lightning flashing like snakes through the clouds!

Now he couldn't help but worry about Cyrus.

"He finally made all the preparations, but he encountered a storm on the very first day. It looks like he probably won't be able to train Animagus this time."

Sirius, however, didn't feel much regret. It would be strange if Animagus techniques were so easy to master. They had practiced for years, so accidentally swallowing mandrake leaves was perfectly normal. Sometimes the four of them would oversleep, forget the incantation, or on a rainy day, they wouldn't realize when the sun rose and set…

"Anyway, you're not afraid of Soul Eaters. I'll come back and help you slowly after I kill that traitor—if I'm still alive by then."

"Snapped!"

A bolt of lightning struck the distant sea.

Sirius suddenly snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and plunged headfirst into the seabed.

The thunderstorm was so powerful that he couldn't help but suspect that a giant thunderbird was soaring through the clouds, unleashing its power.

In fact, he was absolutely right.

At this moment, within the vast clouds, a golden bird with three pairs of wings, entwined with lightning, stirred the thunderclouds. Powerful magic materialized into terrifying lightning bolts within the gaps in its feathers, striking down one by one the hideous soul-devouring monsters floating in the air!

And this Thunderbird is Cyrus himself!

The spell that had flashed into his mind worked, and he became the first wizard to successfully perform a magical transformation. This was completely different from the failed attempt with the five-legged monster.

Thunderbirds and phoenixes are related and are classified as five "X" level magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic. In terms of sheer danger, thunderbirds are on par with dragons. After transforming into a thunderbird, Cyrus also gained its power, and controlling thunderstorms seemed to be an innate talent, as simple as breathing.

Now, he only needs to flap his wings and thunderclouds will roll out; with just a thought, lightning will strike like a heavy hammer!

His body undulated in the clouds like a dragon, his enormous claws piercing through the thick clouds like metal, seizing a Soul Eater. Nearly a hundred Soul Eaters remained in Azkaban, frantically surrounding Cyrus, but they couldn't get close to the divine figure; the turbulent air currents and fierce lightning formed an impenetrable barrier.

In the end, they couldn't keep Cyrus. They could only raise their empty faces and watch the golden bird take one of their people away.

None of the Soul Eaters had any intention of giving chase. They were actually completely uninterested in animals, and their initial attack on Cyrus was merely to protect their territory. Now that the Thunderbird was gone, they couldn't be bothered to pursue it further.

Cyrus finally experienced true freedom. He flew on the clouds for an unknown amount of time, but he could clearly feel the surrounding climate warming up. The dark sea of ​​Azkaban was no longer visible, replaced by towering, verdant mountains!

Our homeland is behind us, and the world is before us.

So he immediately folded his wings and prepared to land. The ground beneath his feet might not be new, but for him it was a new beginning.

At the same time, his posture also changed slightly.

The two smaller pairs of wings on his back disappeared first, and his body began to shrink rapidly until his claws could no longer grasp the Soul Eater, allowing it to break free. Then, his long tail also shrank considerably.

He didn't immediately turn back into a human; instead, he first transformed into an eagle.