Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

“Keep an eye on him and see who he’s waiting for,” Cyrus said. “You’re a Disguised Magus. Once the person he’s waiting for appears, you can transform into that person and gather information.”

“Well, but I still prefer to participate in the mission to hunt down Sirius Black,” Tonks said regretfully.

“Don’t be silly. You have the talent to disguise yourself as Magus, and you’re born to do intelligence gathering and surveillance. It would be foolish to confront the Death Eaters head-on.” Cyrus felt sorry for her, thinking of how Tonks and Lupin both died in the final battle at Hogwarts in the original story.

"Make good use of your talent, Tonks! It's a skill that many people dream of, not something to fool children."

With her abilities, she could easily transform into a Death Eater and ambush them without dying. It's a pity she doesn't know how to use her powerful abilities; in fact, it could be said that she's wasting them.

In fact, after Cyrus became the only Imagomagus in the world, his human transformation skills became so strong that they were almost comparable to those of the Disguisemagus.

"Okay," Tonks replied sullenly, then glared resentfully at Cyrus before ordering another butterbeer.

When it comes to butterbeer, many people assume it's non-alcoholic, but that's not the case. It does contain a small amount of alcohol, but so little that even underage wizards can drink it.

However, house-elves, whose physical structure is different from that of wizards, become drunk when they drink too much.

Cyrus was surprised that Tonks could even drink a beverage made under such unsanitary conditions; he, for one, would never touch the flaming whiskey in front of him.

“I’m telling you—” Cyrus wanted to point out the beer foam on the edge of her lips that looked like a white mustache, but at that moment the door of Pighead Bar was suddenly opened.

The blinding sunlight shone in.

Cyrus and Tonks were drawn to the sound and looked over to see a huge figure blocking the door.

Tonks lowered his voice in surprise: "Hey, it is..."

Chapter 111 Only One Room

"Hey, it's Hagrid."

"I can tell."

Hagrid walked in step by step. He was a regular at the Pighead Bar, and apart from the moment he entered, no one paid any attention to him.

He seemed to be in a bad mood. His huge body spun around in the narrow gap between the tables, almost knocking several customers off balance. He looked around but couldn't find any other empty seats.

Aside from those who smuggled magical creatures and were eager to sell them, most wizards avoided him like the plague.

He eventually squeezed over to Cyrus and Tonks, sat down casually, and almost overturned the table.

"Excuse me—" He pulled out a tiny handkerchief and blew his nose. Cyrus felt as if a loudspeaker was blowing in his ear. "Excuse me, can I sit here? There are no seats anywhere else."

Tonks was quite willing, but Cyrus spoke first.

He pushed the glass of flaming whiskey in front of him, which he hadn't touched yet, toward Hagrid and said softly, "This is on you."

"Thank you, thank you, you're such a kind person!" Hagrid was moved to tears as if he had never felt such care before. He picked up his glass without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp, and then let out a deafening burp.

He had been drinking and had a lot of bitterness in his heart that he wanted to pour out, but Cyrus stopped him.

“Hagrid, I know you might not be feeling well, but we still have things to talk about. Why don't you go to another table? Look, it's empty there too.” He pointed specifically to the goblin's seat. “I'll buy you a drink next time, Hagrid.”

Fairy: ? ? ?

"Oh, okay, then next time." Hagrid naively thought that Cyrus really had something to talk about with Tonks. After all, why would someone who invited him for drinks scheme against him?

So he immediately stood up, squeezed through the crowded table, and plopped down opposite the fairy.

"and many more……"

The elf was dumbfounded. Even though his face was tightly covered, Cyrus could still imagine the shock and anger on his face. He wanted to refuse, but suddenly no sound came out of his throat.

He stared at Cyrus with hatred, as if he wanted to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

"How did you get Hagrid out of the way?" Tonks asked.

“It’s obvious we’re on a mission,” Cyrus said without batting an eye. “Besides—everyone knows Hagrid is very ‘talkative.’”

Cyrus deliberately lured Hagrid there. Someone as carefree as Hagrid might be able to get some information out of that goblin, and even if he couldn't, it wouldn't cost him anything.

The goblin couldn't stop Hagrid from sitting down. Cyrus overheard Hagrid order two more glasses of Flaming Whiskey, and then, while drinking, he poured out his troubles to the goblin. He talked about how he had finally become a teacher at Hogwarts this school year, but a mistake in his first class resulted in the Malfoy children getting hurt.

Although Hagrid wasn't particularly bright, he knew that messing with the school board's child might not end well for him. Last year, when Ginny planned to attack Malfoy, Hagrid remarked that it was fortunate her spell hadn't worked.

"It's just a minor injury! He's putting on an act!" Hagrid, having had a few drinks, felt a surge of anger rising within him, his face turning red. "You know, he's nowhere near as good as Harry. Harry broke his hand last year, but he didn't make a fuss at all!"

In Hagrid's eyes, Harry was the best kid in the world, and Malfoy wasn't even worthy of carrying Harry's shoes. The second, third, and fourth best kids were Hermione, Ginny, and Ron, respectively.

“I didn’t even know he became a professor,” Tonks said quietly.

“After Tom Riddle was arrested last year, Hagrid’s stain was completely washed away. It just so happened that Mr. Kettleburn was getting old and wanted to retire, so Dumbledore approached him,” Cyrus said.

To be honest, while he thought Hagrid's appointment as professor of Magical Creatures Conservation was a bit ill-considered, most professors in that class were troublemakers. The recently retired Kettleburn had caused just as much trouble as Hagrid.

A person who truly loves magical animals will subconsciously overlook their potential dangers, just like someone who owns a dog at home will always think that the dog has no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Cyrus would never forget that in his past life, a relative of his had a large dog that would bark incessantly every time it saw him, terrifying him to the core. The relative would always dismiss it, saying, "It's okay, it doesn't bite."

Later, that dog bit another person.

It turns out that animals' sharp teeth and claws are never just for show, and most animals—including humans—have an inherent desire to attack.

After that, Hagrid's conversation drifted further and further away, eventually turning to his own father. He felt that the short man sitting in front of him was about the same size as his father.

However, Hagrid stopped talking after a short while. When it came to his own past, Hagrid became more cautious than ever.

Hagrid couldn't get anything out of her. The goblin silently drank her fill, and by evening, most of the patrons had left. Hagrid also staggered away, drunk. The goblin didn't go anywhere; it seemed she planned to stay at the Pig's Head Bar.

Cyrus also asked for a room.

The two walked in silence to the room's door. Tonks suddenly stopped, his eyes widening: "Why do you only want one room?"

"Do I need two rooms if I don't need one?"

"You're all alone? What about me?" Tonks asked incredulously. "Are you expecting me to sleep on the streets?"

“Can’t you just go back to your own home and sleep?” Cyrus said matter-of-factly. “Or do you prefer the atmosphere of the Pig’s Head? If so, you should really go get your head checked at St. Mungo’s.”

“What kind of Auror goes home after a mission?” Tonks gave him a “Are you kidding me?” look. “Besides, you can go home too. Can’t you go home if you have a home?”

"Then why don't you just open another one?" Cyrus rolled his eyes. It's no big deal, the Ministry of Magic will reimburse you anyway.

Tonks snorted and immediately turned and went downstairs.

A short while later, just as Cyrus had finished cleaning the room, Tonks came up again with a dejected look on his face.

"No rooms available!"

There aren't many people staying at Pig Head Bar, so there are very few rooms available.

Cyrus paused for a moment, about to close the door.

Tonks, however, had already nimbly bent over and slipped under his arm.

Chapter 112 Blake Reappears

"Copy in pairs."

Cyrus extended the space in the room and conjured up another bed. Tonks immediately lay down on the bed, his hair instantly turning light blue.

"I'm exhausted."

“Tired? You sat in the bar all afternoon and paid me back 12 sec.” Cyrus walked to the door and opened the dilapidated door.

Tonks rolled over: "Where are you going?"

"Let's go for a walk outside."

"I am coming too!"

“No, you stay here and keep an eye on that fairy.” Cyrus said, not giving Tonks a chance to refuse, and closed the door. Enraged, Tonks grabbed a pillow and slammed it against the door.

Hogsmeade looked a bit desolate at dusk; the sky was beginning to darken, and the sun seemed to melt, turning large swathes of distant clouds orange. Several Aurors were patrolling, and Dementors roamed around, ready to pounce on anyone they saw.

Cyrus strolled through the streets of Hogsmeade, not for any particular purpose, but simply to experience the atmosphere of the magical world firsthand. Since his arrival in this world, he hadn't yet explored the village of Hogsmeade. He also wanted to try some of the interesting magical snacks.

However, as he walked along, he noticed that many shops had already closed early. The Dementors had caused a significant drop in business throughout Hogsmeade.

Instead of finding anything good to eat, Cyrus was targeted by another guy.

A large-boned but very thin black dog saw Cyrus and immediately rushed up, wagging its tail and biting his trouser leg.

“Sirius?” Cyrus recognized the black dog at a glance, but he was curious how Sirius recognized him.

He looked around and saw that the street was full of Soul Eaters, so he lowered his head and whispered:

"Come with me."

The black dog released its grip and followed Cyrus toward the three brooms.

The Three Brooms bar was deserted, except for one strikingly beautiful woman wiping glasses. She seemed a little surprised to see Cyrus and a large black dog enter.

"I thought it was another Dementors. Those guys patrol twice a day, and there are fewer customers in the bar," Ms. Rosmerta said, slamming down her glass and complaining bitterly. "What would you like to drink?"

"Get me a room, two butterbeers, and two ribs, and bring them all to the room," Cyrus said softly. He needed a secluded place to talk.

“The second floor is all empty, but if you stay here now, you’re bound to run into Soul Eaters,” Ms. Rosmerta said before swaying into the kitchen.

Cyrus led the big black dog upstairs, and after closing the door, the black dog immediately stood up and transformed into a down-on-his-luck English gentleman.

"Celes!"

"How did you recognize me?" Cyrus simply dropped his disguise and reverted to his original appearance.