Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Rita's face, covered with layers of foundation, was completely devoid of color.

"I think the Ministry of Magic has a way of finding out whether someone is an Animagus or not, right?"

I've also made up for the extra chapter for Erdou, I'm exhausted, boohoo.

Chapter 109 Pig Head Bar

The Pighead Tavern is a run-down tavern located in Hogsmeade.

The first impression this place gives is one of dilapidation. The wooden sign at the entrance is broken, the support frame is broken, the door is broken, and even the tables, chairs, and tableware inside the bar are all broken.

Perhaps for the bartender at Pighead Bar, being broken is the essence of his life.

What was worse than the dilapidated state was the filth. Not to mention the bloody pig's head hanging by the door for who knows how many years, the entire bar reeked of an overwhelming muttony odor. Thick layers of dust covered the windows, blocking out almost all the sunlight. Underfoot, what looked like compacted mud was actually centuries of grime spread across the stone floor.

Its location is also quite remote, far from the main road of Hogsmeade, at the intersection of a small path.

It's hard to say whether such a pub could even exist in the Muggle world, but in the British wizarding world, the Hog's Head is second only to the Three Broomsticks in fame.

Because this is the only bar that doesn't completely exclude dark wizards.

Every dark wizard knows that the bartender at the Hog's Head is not a busybody. As long as you drink and pay your bills without causing trouble, he won't care what you do there.

Who did you trade with? What magical creatures did you smuggle? What evil plans do you have...?

Nobody cares.

At first, this place was just a spot for dark wizards to relax and have a drink, but gradually it evolved into a gathering place for them. Many dark wizards liked to meet here.

Tonks is sporting flaxen hair today.

To be honest, Cyrus had never seen her with such a low-key hair color before.

"Isn't it all because of the commotion you caused at the Ministry of Magic? It got me and you assigned to different missions," Tonks said in a low voice, sounding rather unhappy.

Although Cyrus revealed Rita Skeeter's illegal Animagus status at the Ministry of Magic's entrance, resolving the public relations crisis, it also gave the Ministry an opportunity to divert public attention from the attack.

However, Umbridge still felt that Cyrus and Tonks had disgraced the Ministry of Magic, so she secretly sabotaged them by removing them from the mission to hunt down Sirius Black and Riddle, and replacing them with the least desirable surveillance mission.

However, Cyrus was quite interested in this mission.

Because their targets are—fairies!

Tonks sat nervously in one of the greasy chairs at the Hog's Head pub, ordering a butterbeer. Not only her hair, but even her facial features had been altered, and she'd shrunk herself into a robe, looking every bit the dark wizard. "What would you like to drink?"

Cyrus sat down in the chair with obvious disgust, feeling nauseous at the sight of the greasy tabletop. He strongly suspected that the table had never been cleaned; it was sticky and looked like it had been covered in soda.

However, his purpose was not to drink.

"Flaming Whiskey," Cyrus casually ordered.

Despite his deep disdain for the place, Cyrus outwardly acted as if he were any ordinary dark wizard, completely unconcerned about its filth. After all, even the worst hygiene here was still better than that of many dark wizards.

While waiting for her butterbeer, Tonks furtively glanced at others, drawing a lot of attention to the two of them.

Cyrus tapped the table lightly, drawing Tonks' attention back: "First time at Pighead Bar? There's a rule here: don't pry into other people's business, just do your own thing."

"But--"

Tonks had intended to say that her purpose was to observe these dark wizards and see if there were any suspicious individuals. However, she was at least quick-witted enough to realize that Cyrus's words were deliberately meant for others to hear.

Her actions just now have led many dark wizards to suspect that she is an Auror, or some other person with ill intentions.

"I'm sorry, it's indeed my first time here..."

A hoarse voice came from beneath Tonks' black robe. However, it was easy to tell that the voice was deliberately feigned, with a hint of naivety behind the hoarse tone.

It's like an innocent sheep trying its best to disguise itself as a gray wolf.

Now, even more dark wizards' eyes were drawn to this location.

However, if their initial gaze was one of vigilance, now it is entirely one of greed.

A naive and inexperienced dark wizard was like a piece of delicious cooked meat laid out before this pack of wolves who had been starving for a long time. Although Cyrus and Tonks had only been in the bar for a short time, some of the dark wizards were already plotting to ambush Tonks on the way after they left.

As for Cyrus, he doesn't look like a novice; they're not willing to take risks.

Cyrus paid no heed to these stares. After all, they were just a rabble; most of the dark wizards were no match for Aurors. If he wanted, he could wipe out all the dark wizards in the Hog's Head with a single spell.

He sat in his chair, his gaze fixed on Tonks, but in reality, he had already activated his Sense8 charm, and every move in the bar was under his surveillance.

The spell "Supernatural Invocation" is like opening a small-scale God's-eye view, allowing him to clearly know everything around him without even looking.

Of course, in general, the extrasensory spells cast by ordinary wizards do not have this effect. They cannot see clear images and colors; what they see is actually similar to thermal imaging.

And the ancient magic that Cyrus possessed—

Yes, just as the dragon's skin contains ancient magic, the Thunderbird also possesses ancient magic. Cyrus currently masters two ancient spells: "Control of Lightning" and "Enhanced Vision."

The latter not only enhanced his physical eyesight but also granted him magical vision, enabling him to clearly construct the original colors and details when casting certain perception-based spells.

Just like now, he can clearly see every corner of the bar:

Aberforth impatiently picked up two glasses that looked like they had never been washed and poured them wine. About seven dark wizards kept their eyes on Tonks, and a few of them lost interest in them after their suspicions were dispelled.

There was also a hunched old wizard with a full beard who had been looking at "The Quibbler" in his hand nonchalantly from the beginning, laughing incessantly and revealing his mouth with only one tooth left.

Cyrus was surprised to find a dissenting reader in such a place. He glanced at it curiously and found that the newspaper was seriously publishing Lovegood's "Fudge's 'Rotten Teeth' Project".

He also said that the five defeated Aurors were proof that they were defeated by Tom Riddle alone because they had a toothache.

Chapter 110 Don't Waste Your Talent

"The Quibbler" was probably the most outrageous newspaper Cyrus had ever seen. He originally thought he might be able to gain some inspiration from the absurdity, after all, there is sometimes only a fine line between genius and madness.

But in reality, it didn't.

He read it several times, but gained nothing from it except for a few laughs.

The majority of this newspaper's readership is at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, and the readership is very concentrated, consisting of wizards whose fifth element has been damaged due to spell errors.

If expressed in language that humans can understand, then it is—mental illness.

Given that most dark wizards are mentally unstable, it is understandable that this old man would read "The Quibbler" in public.

Cyrus ignored the unimportant people and focused his attention on a person who was completely covered up from head to toe.

The man was very short; his feet barely touched the ground when he sat in the chair. He was probably only 1.2 meters tall, but his body was extremely bulky. He wore gloves, and his hands were much wider than those of an average adult.

Clearly, this is a fairy.

Putting fairies and the Hog's Head Tavern together inevitably evokes memories of the fairy rebellion from centuries ago. Back then, the fairies used the Hog's Head Tavern as their base to launch a fierce uprising.

For decades, goblins have never given up fighting for their rights, which is perfectly understandable from their perspective. However, from the perspective of a wizard, or even a Muggle, no one wants to share the right to possess lethal weapons with another race.

Not to mention that greedy fairies always want more; their desires are like chasms that can never be filled.

"Snapped!"

The tall, thin bartender at Pighead Bar slammed two bottles of drinks down in front of Cyrus and Tonks. He looked disheveled, with unkempt silver hair and a white beard.

"Butterbeer 2 Sicco, Flaming Whiskey 4 Sicco."

Cyrus casually paid 1 Galleon, then subtly pointed to the goblin wrapped in a robe, and Aberforth immediately understood what Cyrus meant.

Buying information with money is also common here, but most of the information he can provide is only superficial. Not many dark wizards would be foolish enough to publicize their criminal records or evil plots.

Aberforth didn't say a word, but as he took the money, he casually tapped the greasy table, summoning a pool of water that flowed onto the table in the form of sentences:

A fairy has been here for several days, probably waiting for someone, but no one has appeared.

Aberforth left immediately, looking utterly disgusted.

His weariness wasn't directed at any one person; it was more like he was tired of the world.

Cyrus knew he had found his target.

He wasn't sure if the goblins intended to repeat their old tricks and seize the Hog's Head again as their headquarters, or if they had partnered with other wizards. However, he wasn't too worried.

Although the fairies have always been rebellious, at least in the original story they haven't caused much trouble in recent years, and even after Voldemort's resurrection, he didn't try to win over the fairies much.

The Death Eaters recruited the intellectually challenged giants, the uncontrollable Dementors, the bloodthirsty werewolves, and even the giant spiders that weren't even humanoids, but Voldemort always looked down on the fairies.

These guys have no other distinguishing features besides their inherent greed and their ability to craft fairy artifacts; their magical power is also far inferior to that of wizards. They are simply not qualified as combatants.

Overall, there's nothing to worry about. Even if the fairies cause another disturbance, it will only cause some trouble for the Ministry of Magic. It's impossible for them to overthrow the existing wizarding order.

Tonks focused intently on his butterbeer, somewhat surprised to see Cyrus find their target so quickly.

"How do you know that person is a fairy?" she asked in surprise.

"It's obvious that only fairies are that short, and didn't you see his hands? Even though he's wearing gloves, they're a huge size compared to normal people."

Upon hearing this, Tonks immediately glanced cautiously at the fairy, trying to avoid drawing attention to her movements. She picked up her glass, sipping her wine while glancing at the fairy. Sure enough, the person's features matched Cyrus's description perfectly.

She couldn't help but admire "Delix".

'They are indeed well-trained Aurors, very impressive!'

She looked away, put down her glass, her lips frothy with butterbeer, and asked in a low voice, "So how are we going to gather information? Should we wait until he's alone and then knock him out? Dealing with a fairy is nothing, I should be able to manage."

“You’ve been training with Moody for two years, how could you be so reckless? What’s the use of capturing him?” Cyrus said helplessly. “The fairies are very united. Capturing him won’t yield any information, and it will only alert them.”

"What should I do?"