Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Cyrus was immediately drawn to it at first sight. It was about twelve and a third inches long, straight, with distinct joints, and the ends resembled two folded wings. The shaft was engraved with patterns like lightning bolts.

He couldn't resist reaching for the wand, and its power immediately resonated with him. He seemed to see a pair of jet-black wings of death unfurl before his eyes, and the wand spewed fire.

Grigorovich was overjoyed, as if some long-cherished wish had finally come true:

"This is my masterpiece! It's been almost a hundred years, and no one has been able to subdue it until now!"

“Perhaps Dumbledore could? But I guess he no longer needs to. I thought I would never live to see it find a suitable wizard, and I was even thinking that perhaps my descendants would have the opportunity to meet a fine child, but I never expected today—today!”

Grigorovich took a deep breath, his chest feeling like it was about to burst. His already somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to moisten as he looked intently at Cyrus, his hands gripping Cyrus's shoulders.

"—My child, you will achieve great things!"

Cyrus neither confirmed nor denied this.

With his talent, whether he can achieve great things has never depended on his ability, but on his willingness. If he could, studying magic on his own would be a very interesting thing. However, for Cyrus, the crisis in his heart has not been completely resolved.

"This wand will do."

"Thank you very much, this is a generous gift of seventy-nine Galleons."

"Seventy-nine?" Cyrus's hand, which was reaching for Galon, froze. "Isn't that too expensive?"

"Expensive? Where is it expensive? It's been this price for years! Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. Making a wand brand is very difficult. Sometimes you need to look at yourself. Over the years, has your salary increased? Have you been working hard?"

Looking at Grigorovich speaking so eloquently, Cyrus resisted the urge to unleash a killing curse, and said through gritted teeth:

"As far as I know, wands at Ollivanders Wand Shop only cost seven Galleons."

When the price was mentioned, Grigorovich immediately changed his tune.

"This is a discounted price for newly enrolled young wizards. Ollivander and Hogwarts have reached an agreement that the school will cover the extra cost. The new Debranch Strong students do come to me to buy wands. However, they are all pure-bloods, and not many of them are short of money, sir."

“Moreover, this wand is very special,” Grigorovich sighed. “I know you came all the way to Germany to buy this wand because you must have heard some rumors about me. I’ve never addressed them directly before, but now I can tell you—yes, those rumors are true!”

Grigorovich paused, looking at Cyrus with a serious and earnest expression, as if expecting to see a look of surprise on his face.

To his disappointment, Cyrus remained remarkably calm throughout, as if a legend about the Elder Wand was far less surprising to him than the seventy-nine Galleons.

However, Grigorovich had no choice but to continue speaking.

"During the time between when I acquired the Elder Wand and when I lost it, I dedicated myself to uncovering the secrets of its power, which is why, ever since then, the wands I've made have always been more powerful than any other wand."

"This wand is the most powerful of all the imitations. Although its power is still vastly different from the Old Wand, I think there are very few wands that can compare to it among all the existing ones."

"Especially after I lost that wand of fate, I have never made such a powerful wand again."

"Ok."

Although Cyrus thought seventy-nine Galleons was indeed expensive, he decided to buy the wand because of its amazing power, unlike a certain eyebrow pencil brand that could be easily replaced.

"Luckily, I got some money from Malfoy before coming to Germany, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to pay it."

Grigorovich took the large bag full of Gallon, weighed it a few times, and his old face immediately lit up with a smile: "You will achieve great things, son!"

"Maybe……"

Cyrus tucked his wand into his sleeve, opened the door, and left Gregorwich's wand shop. At this time, the town began to see more people; adult wizards were leading their well-dressed children, buying school supplies. Not far from the wand shop were several shops selling robes, and further on was a pet shop…

It looks exactly the same as Diagon Alley.

He pushed his way through the crowd, intending to slip into a secluded alley to use his Animagus technique to escape.

Having already obtained the wand, there was nothing left for him to linger in this place.

Of course, he believed there might be some ancient legends here, but Cyrus didn't know about them. Rather than searching for these ethereal things, he would rather get what he already knew.

For example—The Deathly Hallows!

Chapter 97 The Other Side of Tom Riddle

A golden eagle spread its wings and swept across the shimmering sea, shattering the oncoming waves with its wings.

Before long, the soaring eagle spotted the distant coastline.

He returned to England.

In the sky, a lone Soul Eater could be seen wandering around from time to time. Two escapees had suddenly appeared in Azkaban; Fudge was almost ready to unleash their entire pack.

Large numbers of Dementors roamed the skies above the city, instantly darkening the sky over London. The thick gray clouds looked like a sketch heavily sketched with a pencil. Even the temperature dropped several degrees.

This is probably the coldest summer in Britain in decades.

The city was filled with a mist of condensed water, making it seem as if the city had been transported back decades and returned to its former glory as the "Fog City." However, London is much cleaner now than it was back then.

The London that Cyrus remembered was just like the one Riddle had seen when he was a child. A thick fog hung in the air, the roads were filthy, insects and rodents scurried around the damp sewer openings, and the ground was sticky, as if a huge bucket of cola had been poured all over the ground.

This place is no cleaner than the secret passage leading to the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin.

Based solely on Riddle's memories, Cyrus believes it's understandable that he dislikes Muggles.

He grew up in an orphanage, and especially in those times, children from such places rarely amounted to anything. Most ended up as hooligans, no different from rats in the gutter.

Not having gone to school and being illiterate isn't really a big deal, but many more children go astray in their teens. They often become local hooligans, like porcupines covered in quills, struggling in the mud.

Most importantly, they could not accept Riddle, and Riddle, in turn, would disdain to associate with them.

However, when faced with Riddle, an outcast within their group, their instinctive exclusivity prevented them from getting along peacefully. They were unwilling to see Riddle, who should have been as lowly as them, encounter a turning point.

Not to mention Riddle's previous attitude towards them.

Tragically, Riddle, who was already attending Hogwarts, suddenly lost all his authority over these Muggle children.

He has been forbidden from using magic.

Moreover, this constraint was very useful to him; Riddle absolutely did not want to be forced to leave the magical world.

Few would imagine that Voldemort, who possessed terrifying magic and brought the shadow of death and fear to people, was always covered in wounds when he returned to school each time.

Voldemort's past, during Riddle's time, flashed before Cyrus's eyes.

Dumbledore tried to teach Riddle not to do bad things, but he used the wrong approach and didn't consider the future.

The fear others have of you when you possess magical powers, the helplessness you feel when you encounter even greater power, and the bullying you suffer when you dare not use your power...

All of this made Riddle even more convinced that magic is power!

Of course, this is not Dumbledore's fault, nor should it be used as an excuse to defend Riddle.

Cyrus's mood dipped slightly. He felt as if he were watching a gray silent film, the absurd scenes resembling a classic Chaplin comedy, yet evoking a sense of melancholy.

He knew it was the magic of this "great fog." The Dementors hidden within the fog were like greedy bloodsuckers, draining people of their joy. Even he was slightly affected.

So Cyrus immediately shut down his mind, stopping Riddle's memories from attacking and eroding him.

His amber pupils reflected the hideous shadow of the Dementor.

These guys are abusing their power for personal gain. The vast world outside is like a buffet where they can eat as much as they want. But at least for now, they're being restrained and haven't directly attacked Muggles, only making them a little depressed.

Aurors also patrol the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

Of course, compared to Sirius, they were more worried about him. In their eyes, this Death Eater who had killed more than a dozen people in one blow was far more dangerous than Cyrus.

However, even so, if the Aurors saw Cyrus, they would have no reason not to arrest him.

Cyrus was quite keen to capture another Soul Eater for further study.

The Soul Eater he captured last time died under his mutated Guardian Charm, and he hadn't had time to do any more magical research yet. But now is clearly not the time.

If the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were to see an eagle attack a Dementor in full view of everyone, even a fool would realize that there was something wrong with the eagle.

Cyrus circled in the sky for a moment, then found a secluded corner and transformed back into its original form.

With a flick of his wrist, the wand fell from his sleeve.

Normally, Animagus shapeshifters can transform their clothes into animal fur, but it is impossible for them to make their wands part of their bodies.

They either hid their wands beforehand or simply carried them around in their mouths.

However, Cyrus broke this rule by transforming his wand into a feather from his own body when he cast Animagus transformation.

He landed gently, but still attracted the attention of the Azkaban guards.

It seemed that a Soul Eater was patrolling in the alley not far away, and it rushed over as soon as it heard the noise.

Cyrus casually brushed his wand across his face, and the muscles in his face twitched as if he had drunk a polysaccharide. When Cyrus looked up again, he looked completely different.

Even his clothes were transformed from a loose robe into a sharp suit under his magic.

He raised his chin and loosened his tie, ignoring the approaching Dementor. He only pretended to shrink back slightly as he passed it before continuing to walk straight and confidently out of the narrow alley.

Several Aurors were patrolling the street nearby. They were all dressed as Muggles, but being well-trained Aurors, there were no outrageous mistakes in their clothing.

However, Cyrus still noticed the wands they had tucked into their waistbands.

He walked past them without making a sound.

He could clearly feel the Auror's gaze lingering on him for a long time. But he wasn't flustered at all, and like all the other Muggles, he skillfully walked into the subway entrance and passed through the subway turnstiles with practiced ease.

This series of actions immediately dispelled any doubts the Aurors had about him.

Or rather, there was no doubt from the very beginning.

Chapter 98 The New Master of Ridley Mansion