Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

"Thunderbird? No wonder!" Adora's expression was even more unpleasant than before.

As a Level 5X magical creature, the Thunderbird is no less dangerous than the Fire Dragon. This magical creature is a close relative of the Phoenix, but the two possess completely different powers.

The phoenix is ​​small in size and its magic lies more in its ability to regenerate and heal, but the thunderbird's magic is more clearly manifested in its powerful destructive force!

Especially considering that ptarmigans typically inhabit the United States and do not migrate, the fact that this ptarmigan appeared in Scotland suggests that it was likely brought there by a wizard who poached magical creatures.

In other words, it must be very angry!

He guessed right; the Thunderbird was indeed furious. But it had nothing to do with smuggling magical creatures; he was simply annoyed that those two goblins had made him take a dragon's breath attack!

This thunderbird is naturally Cyrus.

A few minutes earlier, when the Norwegian Spinosaurus appeared above Cyrus's head, he immediately sprang into action. Doklo, with his magic resistance, managed to Apparate onto the dragon's back with difficulty, but Cyrus still needed to take Tonks with him.

The fact that Tonks was moved for a while led Doklo to believe that Cyrus had been charred by the dragon's breath. In reality, however, his hair was just a little curled from being permed.

Now it's time for him to retaliate!

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Chapter 122 Don't Say Impossible to Magic

Doklo and Adora were still trying to figure out what to do. They didn't want to fight a fully grown, enraged Thunderbird; it would be pointless and extremely dangerous.

The best thing to do is to find a way to escape!

But lightning moves faster than their thoughts!

Cyrus charged down with lightning, his sharp claws piercing the two fairies.

The fire dragon was unaware that Cyrus's target wasn't it; it only felt a strong threat. Faced with Cyrus's attack, it immediately twisted its body to dodge, while simultaneously opening its venomous fangs to try and tear Cyrus's throat.

Cyrus, of course, wouldn't let it have its way.

In comparison, the fire dragon's magic resistance is actually greater than that of the thunderbird, so a head-on confrontation would not be a wise move. Cyrus's advantage lies in his greater magical power and intelligence.

He dodged the fire dragon's attack with the ease of a fish swimming in water, and then suddenly pecked out one of the fire dragon's eyes!

The fire dragon, in pain, became even more frenzied. Blood spurted from its eyes, and it twisted its body desperately, thrashing its tail and claws around like a wounded wild dog. Flames shot out in all directions like uncontrolled spray.

Cyrus immediately followed up with several bolts of lightning, which struck the fire dragon and blasted its scales apart!

Almost instantly, it was covered in wounds, the wounds were charred black, and even the blood was black, obviously scorched by the electric current.

At first, Doklo intended to use his wand to help the dragon attack Cyrus, but once the battle began, he could only desperately cling to the dragon's back to avoid being thrown off.

His vision was blurred by the high-speed flight, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He only felt an electric current strong enough to sting his skin strike him, and the hard dragon scales blew half of his ear off like shrapnel!

Now, a feeling of weightlessness enveloped Doklo.

Cyrus pierced the dragon's wings with lightning, and the Norwegian Spinosaurus let out a mournful cry and plummeted into the sea!

"Wow!"

Huge amounts of water splashed up, and dragon's blood stained the bay red.

Doklo and Adora couldn't hold on and were thrown off by the fierce battle. Cyrus flapped his wings, stirring up thunderclouds, and swept them away in an instant!

Adora was instantly struck by lightning and turned into charred remains, while Doklo was seized by Cyrus's claws.

His wand had fallen from his hand sometime during the night, half of his ear was missing, and he was bleeding profusely, looking utterly wretched. Cyrus showed no mercy for his wounded state, and mercilessly tossed him from mid-air onto the towering coastal cliffs.

Doklo screamed in agony. He estimated that he had broken at least seven ribs and his arm was completely shattered.

Just as he was wondering why he was so unlucky, he happened to encounter a Thunderbird that he couldn't find anywhere in England. Suddenly, the huge Thunderbird folded its wings and even began to shrink in size, eventually transforming into a tall man under Doklow's astonished gaze.

Her golden hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and her eyes shone like candlelight.

It was that man named Cyrus.

But even Doklo, who wasn't allowed to possess wands, knew that wizards couldn't transform into magical creatures. Yet now, someone had broken that rule.

"This is impossible……"

"Are you saying magic is impossible?" Cyrus strode lightly to Doklo's side.

He looked remarkably relaxed after just having fought a fire dragon. The monster that gave wizards headaches seemed to be nothing to Cyrus.

In reality, Thunderbird and Fire Dragon are equally dangerous. Although there are differences in strength between different individuals, the gap is not too large. Although that Fire Dragon has never fought other Fire Dragons since birth, its destructive power is not much less.

The key lies in the difference in wisdom between the two sides.

Cyrus attacked the dragon's most vulnerable spot from the very beginning, and then made full use of his advantages, so much so that the dragon was defeated with almost no damage.

As Cyrus drew ever closer, Doklo felt fear more acutely than ever before.

“Sir…” he pleaded sorrowfully, the physical pain allowing him to feign a pitiful expression without pretense, “I’m willing, I’m willing to tell you the contents of Lanlock’s manuscript, sir! I only beg you… to spare me…”

“I still prefer your rebellious self, Mr. Doklo,” Cyrus said with a regretful expression. “Unfortunately, I have to apologize, I don’t plan to let anyone know my secret for the time being.”

Doklo's face instantly turned ashen.

“But if you kill me, Lanlock’s manuscript will…”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty of ways.” He gently held the wand between two fingers, the tip of the wand pressed against Doklo’s brain, and then, a silver thing—like a strand of hair, or a parasite residing in the brain—was pulled out by Cyrus.

This is Doklo's memory.

“I can know your most hidden secrets without you having to say a word,” Cyrus said softly.

But Doklo could no longer hear. He lay on the ground as if his soul had left his body, his bulging eyes unfocused, like a rag doll. Of course, no one who saw him now would mistake him for a rag doll; no one would like such an ugly doll.

A powerful wizard can extract someone's memories directly. Cyrus usually wouldn't do this because it's too cruel; such an act would destroy the other person's brain, turning them into a permanent idiot.

But for someone who is about to die, it doesn't matter.

He carefully stored the memory away, then set the entire coastline ablaze, leaving no trace of magic behind.

The fire dragon, however, seemed to still have a breath left, struggling painfully in the sea.

Cyrus thought about it for a moment, but ultimately decided not to kill it. There were quite a few fire dragons, but most of them were in protected areas, and it wouldn't be easy to get one. He planned to keep it and raise it.

"Maybe I should get a suitcase like Newt's?"

A suitcase was essential; Cyrus was extremely interested in the magic and power within the magical creatures. Voldemort and Slytherin had both conducted numerous magical experiments, so he naturally wouldn't let this treasure slip by.

But for now—he looked at the unconscious Tonks—let's send this hothead back first.

-

St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Injuries

Tonks slowly woke up.

"Ouch—my head hurts so much—where am I?"

“The hospital,” Moody replied coldly, sitting not far away and seeing that she was awake.

“Moody… how did I get here? Where are the dark wizards? Where are the goblins? Where is Tom Riddle?” Tonks sat up abruptly, asking a series of questions.

Before Moody could answer, Cyrus, who had transformed back into Dexterity, walked in, plopped down in the chair next to Moody, and handed her a newspaper.

"The dark wizard and the goblin are both dead, and Tom Riddle has escaped."

Tonks picked up the newspaper and glanced down at it.

The above article describes this incident.

Chapter 123 You'll Regret It, Dumbledore

"Snapped!"

Snape stormed into the Headmaster's office, slamming a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Dumbledore. Dumbledore, startled by his agitation, raised an eyebrow.

"Look what you've done, Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore picked up the newspaper and began to read it word by word. After a long while, he slowly put the newspaper down, interlaced his fingers, and clasped them together, his face full of confusion.

“I’m sorry, Severus, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Not a single word about me is mentioned.”

“Of course you can say that!” Snape reached out quickly and snatched the newspaper back like a black snake. “But if it weren’t for your false kindness, Tom Riddle would be dead already!”

"You said the Mystic would return, and that I should protect that arrogant child, but what about you? You had the chance to kill the Mystic just a few months ago that night! And what happened? You sent him to Azkaban? I can't believe it, what's going on in your head? A fairy tale?"

"So, you already know Riddle's identity?" Dumbledore countered.

“You can’t expect some brainless idiot to keep a secret,” Snape said, pursing his lips. Clearly, he knew this from Harry’s thoughts.

“It is not a polite thing to use Legilimency at will, Severus, especially to your students.”

“You should say these things to yourself!” Snape laughed angrily, his mouth resembling the split corners of a snake’s mouth.

“I really should reflect on this.” Dumbledore nodded seriously, then continued, “Regarding the identity of Tom Riddle, who was resurrected earlier, although I initially thought he was Voldemort without a doubt, I now feel that there may still be doubts.”

"doubt?"

"There can't be two Voldemors in this world at the same time, understand, Severus? Even with the Time-Turner, the two can never meet," Dumbledore said solemnly. "But things are different now. According to my intelligence, Voldemort has only just left Albania."

Snape's anger was gradually replaced by surprise and confusion, and after a moment, he became even angrier:

"So, you've turned the mysterious man into two?"

"This is wonderful! He truly deserves to be called the greatest wizard in the world!"