Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

In any case, as long as Dumbledore doesn't come at him with a knife directly, that's fine.

Perhaps the old man also realized the difference between Cyrus and Voldemort, or perhaps he intended to continue observing to see what changes this resurrected soul would bring.

But regardless, it didn't matter to Cyrus. He never wanted to be some kind of world-destroying demon king or create some huge crisis. As long as Dumbledore didn't get in his way, that was enough.

Of course, Cyrus believed that Dumbledore would try his best to test Cyrus in order to verify his suspicions. But as long as Dumbledore didn't do it himself, there wouldn't be a big problem.

He returned to the ward, where Fudge and Scrimgeour were having a heated discussion about the goblins.

Scrimgeour was very unhappy about Doklo's collaboration with the dark wizard in an attempt to obtain the wand, and given the numerous bloodshed caused by the goblin rebellions throughout history, Scrimgeour wanted to suppress the goblins.

Fudge rejected Scrinker's proposal, citing a lack of concrete evidence.

Although the fairy possessed a large amount of Galleons, he didn't want to cause any more trouble. The conflict between fairies and wizards was very sharp, and if he went too far in suppressing them and a violent conflict broke out, he would have a real headache.

No one in the British magical world, which had just emerged from the Dark Ages, liked war.

He only hoped to secure a peaceful re-election, amass as many Galleons as possible during his term, gain a good reputation, and then retire quietly as a Minister of Magic with a decent reputation, leading everyone out of fear and towards peace. He didn't want to end up with a bad reputation for being a warmonger.

"Let's just leave it at that..." he said. "Tonks and Delilah, you two should take a break and not participate in any other missions. Have a good vacation."

He looked at his subordinate with a concerned expression: "Delix, haven't you been home for a long time? Your wife must miss you terribly!"

"And Tonks, we haven't told your parents about your hospitalization yet. I think you'd better go back and keep them company. Auror work is always dangerous."

"Fudge! If we let those goblins run wild, they might rebel again!" Scrimgeour was so angry that his hair trembled like seaweed.

“Ah, Scrimgeour—you’re being too radical, that’s not good,” Fudge said. “Everything can be negotiated, right? We’ve set up a goblin liaison office, haven’t we?”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but put his arm around Scrinker's shoulder and lead him outside.

“We can have a good talk with the leaders of the Fairy Brotherhood, but I must remind you that during the negotiations, you should refrain from saying anything that could be detrimental to unity.”

The two left, leaving Cyrus, Tonks, and Moody looking at each other in the ward.

After a moment, Moody shook his head in disappointment: "That kind of person actually became a minister, ha."

Cyrus didn't stay in the hospital long either, while Moody, an elderly widower, could stay and take care of Tonks day and night. In fact, Tonks could have been discharged the next day.

With no work available, Cyrus had no choice but to return to Delilah's house. Delilah's beautiful wife was overjoyed to see him and surrounded him. Cyrus could only use a confusion spell to confuse her.

He's still thinking about the fact that Lily Potter was a mute.

Thinking that she might have left behind some ancient magic manuscripts, just like Lanlock's manuscripts.

“Perhaps I should find some time to visit Godric Valley,” Cyrus thought.

However, there's no rush. Godric Valley is just one possibility; Lanlock's memories are the closest to ancient magic at this moment.

The development of this magical world is clearly not entirely the same as that in *The Legacy*. Evidence of this is that Hogwarts has never had a transfer student since the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued. However, many NPCs and even villains appearing in *The Legacy* are based on real historical figures.

For example, Lanlock was indeed a fairy who existed.

There was also Professor Figo—Sellers checked some files and determined that he was attacked by a dragon on his way to Hogwarts and unfortunately died, becoming the first professor in history to die unexpectedly before taking office.

Cyrus took out a clean glass bottle and removed the silvery fluorescent thread from it.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the memory in his hand.

The memory rippled like a feather falling into a gray lake before slowly sinking into Cyrus's thoughts.

He doesn't need the Pensieve to see these memories.

Of course, Doklo's memories are irrelevant; what matters is Lanlock's manuscript.

In the silvery-gray world, an ancient scroll unfolded before Cyrus's eyes like an ink painting.

Chapter 127 Lanlock's Manuscript

It was a scroll of parchment that looked a bit old. Fairies couldn't use magic on it; the manuscript was full of the marks of time.

Cyrus saw a cross-eyed goblin roughly grab the manuscripts. He had a ferocious and terrifying face, and was less than a meter tall. He stood on a high, gilded platform, looking arrogantly at the other goblins who were looking up at him.

From Doklo's memories, Cyrus learns that the cross-eyed fairy is none other than Bodrick, the current leader of the Fairy Brotherhood.

The Fairy Brotherhood, or BOG for short, is a radical group that is eager to secure rights for fairies. Like the other fairies in the organization, Bodrick himself is also a radical.

He grabbed the manuscript and paced back and forth on the high platform like a proud rooster, as if that would make him look tall enough. But in reality, his posture looked ridiculous.

Of course, the fairies who followed him wouldn't think that way.

Cyrus seemed to have stumbled upon the only color in this gray world, out of place yet undeniably blending into the group of phantoms. As he walked among the fairies, the fairies he touched scattered like smoke, only to coalesce again after he left.

Every fairy's greedy eyes were now filled with longing and adoration.

"Brothers! Look at this!" Bodrick held up Lanlock's manuscript high, and all the fairies' eyes were drawn to it, fixed on the old-looking parchment scroll.

"Guess what this is?" A playful glint flashed in his eyes. Before the fairies could answer, he immediately revealed the answer: "This is something left behind by the 'Great Fairy' Lanlock."

To Cyrus's surprise, the fairies immediately adopted an angry expression at the mention of Lanlock. They clenched their fists tightly, their sharp nails digging into their rough skin.

"That traitor!"

"fraud!"

"Thief!"

The insults rose and fell like waves among the hundreds of fairies, continuous and relentless. Cyrus saw that Dokrona's expression seemed to suggest she wanted to tear Lanlock to shreds.

Even though he didn't play the game much, he knew that Lanlock was the leader of the fairies at the time, but now, the situation is obviously different.

At least a hundred years later, Lanlock has become a despised figure among fairies, and even the so-called title of "Great Fairy" is a mockery, full of irony.

He was eager to know what had caused all of this to happen, and thankfully, Bodrick generously offered an explanation "for him".

"That's right! It's that liar, that traitor! That despicable and shameless thief who took our precious fairy artifact and disappeared without a trace!" Bodrick angrily threw the manuscript paper in his hand heavily on the ground, as if throwing away a pile of garbage!

"He said we fairies don't need to seek wands, but can obtain power greater than wizards' magic, but what happened? This so-called ancient magic was nothing but a hoax!"

Was ancient magic just a hoax?

Cyrus found it a bit unbelievable.

"That's magic that ordinary people can't learn. We can't learn it, Lanlock can't learn it, and even among wizards, very few have mastered the secrets of ancient magic."

"It was all for these illusory things! We poured all our resources into forging the powerful fairy armor, which could have led us to glory, helped us defeat the wizard, and reclaimed everything that was rightfully ours! But in the end, that fraudster stole it from us!"

Bodrick was furious.

Since the rebellion of the 18th century, the goblins had not staged any large-scale rebellions. The Ministry of Magic believed that their move to relinquish complete control of Gringotts to the goblins had appeased their discontent.

But in reality, Gringotts only temporarily satisfied their desires.

The goblins, insatiable in their desires, soon rekindled their rebellious spirits after acquiring Gringotts. They poured all their resources into forging a set of goblin armor imbued with powerful magic. However, Lanlock took it away, promising to return with even greater power, but he vanished without a trace.

Having lost their armor, the fairies had no choice but to "quiet down" once again, waiting for the next suitable opportunity.

It can be said that Lanlock is the sinner of the fairies, a traitor and thief who prevented the fairies from replacing the wizards!

“I know some of us once followed him—”

Bodrick raised a finger, his finger resembling a withered, peeling twig, his thick nail looking like the shell of a nut. As his finger traced across each of the fairies present, some of the very old-looking ones lowered their heads in shame.

"Don't mind him, brothers, you were just deceived by him." Bodrick's anger had subsided, or at least appeared to have subsided. His calm words were a comfort to the ashamed fairies, and even more so, a restraint—a kind of magic that wasn't magic.

Because a resolute will immediately flashed in their eyes.

"Lanlock is a greedy thief. He monopolized the secrets of ancient magic and stole our treasures! Perhaps even now, he is still in some corner, constantly caressing the precious artifacts and unleashing his powerful magical abilities."

“But—” one of the fairies tremblingly stretched out her hand, “you said that magic is just a hoax, and no one can learn it.”

The fairies fell silent.

“Yes, I did say that.” Bodrick nodded solemnly. “In fact, I always thought so before the discovery of Lanlock’s manuscript.”

"So, ancient magic is real? Lanlock's manuscripts record the secrets of how to control that kind of magic?" Many fairies' eyes lit up, and their desires stirred once again.

“Perhaps so, but why should I repeat the same mistake?” Bodrick countered.

His words calmed the fairies down a bit.

"Even if we follow in Lanlock's footsteps to search for ancient magic, it may all come to nothing in the end. Brothers! I believe that one day we will be able to explore its mysteries, but not now, but when we have truly reclaimed our rightful place as fairies!"

Bodrick's idea was simple: Lanlock's manuscript might be real, and ancient magic might indeed exist, but for a fairy who didn't even have a wand, it was like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding a huge pile of cookies.

Food is certainly necessary, but what they need more right now is water.

What's needed even more is a magic wand that can cast spells.

“I believe wizards will be interested in it. As a bargaining chip, I think we can ask for the wand.”

"You mean, give clues about ancient magic to the wizard?" a fairy asked, displeased.

Bodrick clearly said "deal," but to them it sounded like he was saying "giveaway."

“Of course not, you have pigeon legs.” Bodrick grinned slyly. “I just want to remind you not to forget the fire dragons I keep!”

Update! Sorry for the lateness, I was a bit busy with company team building.

Chapter 128 Dragon Blood and Brandy

Now everything is clear.

Cyrus watched as the goblins went wild, seemingly very supportive of Bodrick's plan and excited about his intention to play tricks on the wizard.