Chapter 104 Breaking Into the Ministry of Magic at Night

"Hey, when did the snake disappear?"

Tonks's movements were faster than Cyrus's, but she immediately noticed that the python, which was afraid to move, had escaped at some point.

She wanted to cast a flying spell, but was worried about summoning all the nearby snakes, so she had to give up.

"It's been an afternoon, do you still think a snake will stay where it is?" Cyrus said easily.

Dumbledore had no choice but to stay at Riddle House for a while. Most of the time, he was sighing that the style of the new Riddle House was very delicate and beautiful, as if he was not here to investigate today, but to visit.

After the sun completely set, Dumbledore went to Gaunt's old house. He stayed there almost until late at night and looked at the magic curse that Cyrus had cracked before for a long time. In the end, Cyrus didn't know whether he had figured out anything.

"Okay, Alastor, since Riddle has left here, I think we should go back." Dumbledore supported himself and stood up.

"Have you found anything?" Moody asked.

"My only discovery is that I'm afraid the current situation is more serious than before." The seriousness on Dumbledore's face was not fake.

Riddle obviously took something from the old Gaunt house, and that thing was one of the Horcruxes he had been looking for.

'Perhaps after the Horcrux was taken away by me last time, he thought that the original location where the Horcrux was stored was not safe enough. ' Dumbledore thought, missing this opportunity, maybe it will be more difficult to find clues to the Horcrux next time.

But he didn't feel so frustrated. Was it hard to find the Horcrux? Anyway, it has been so many years and he has never found it. After all, the crown last semester was not found by him, but was carried by the other party himself.

What's more, perhaps this is an opportunity-an opportunity to verify the confusion in his heart.

"Okay, Alastor, no matter what, I believe there is something more important waiting for us to do."

"What?"

"Of course it's rest. It's late at night, I hope you can forgive me. Old people don't sleep much. If I miss the time, I may miss the beautiful dream tonight."

Dumbledore left very willfully, leaving Moody standing there angrily. Tonks admired Dumbledore's style, she thought it was very "stylish".

As for Cyrus, he certainly didn't want to waste time on such a boring and ridiculous game of looking for himself. At this moment, he just wanted to go back to the Ministry of Magic and find the key to Vault No. 12.

But at this point, the Ministry of Magic had already been closed.

"Since the clues are broken again, I wonder if we can go back?" Cyrus looked at Moody, "I don't plan to search in the wild day and night."

"You are also an Auror?" Moody glared at him angrily, "In my time, we fought day and night to eliminate the Death Eaters! Do you know how many people sacrificed their lives for this?"

"But without clues, it would be a waste of time even if we stay here." Cyrus said, "And now, I am the only one in office."

After saying that, Cyrus didn't care what Moody thought of him, and cast an Apparition without hesitation and left.

But in fact, he did not return to his own home, or Dawlish's home. Dawlish is not alone, he is married and has a pretty wife. Cyrus learned about this through Dawlish's memory, which is a trouble for Cyrus.

He can disguise himself as a person, but it is impossible for him to not reveal any flaws in the process of getting along day and night, day and night. This has nothing to do with the strength of his magic power, but just different habits.

At this moment, Cyrus appeared at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

There are actually many ways to enter the Ministry of Magic. Generally speaking, wizards enter through public toilets by flushing, or directly use the Floo network to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. However, Cyrus naturally did not want to expose "Dawlish" to the Ministry of Magic so late at night, so he planned to enter from the guest entrance, and use his own face.

Everyone was searching for the traces of "Tom Riddle". At this time, if he broke into the Ministry of Magic, it would be more vivid and interesting.

Of course, Cyrus could actually try to contact some Death Eaters, and he naturally knew the magic of summoning Death Eaters. But he instinctively didn't want to get involved with those dirty guys.

The guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic looked very - to put it euphemistically, you can use the word "simple", or even "desolate".

An empty street, probably cast with a Muggle-repelling spell, with only a few shabby-looking offices (obviously no one has worked here for a long time), a tavern and a dump truck that is almost overflowing.

The most obvious thing is of course the only telephone booth on this street.

It is red and very shabby - several pieces of glass are missing, and there is a wall that is painted in a mess behind it.

Cyrus couldn't help but think of the luxury of the American Magical Congress. It seems that whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, the more ancient country of Britain has inevitably declined, but the wizarding world has supported the last rays of the sun because of the existence of Dumbledore.

Cyrus opened the door of the phone booth, and the inside was even more dilapidated than the outside. The phone hung there crookedly, and the phone line seemed to have been pulled hard by someone, and a large part of it was almost separated from the phone booth.

He put the phone next to his ear and stretched out his fingers to rotate the dial.

It was hard to believe that at the end of the 20th century, this kind of rotary phone could still be seen. Cyrus had only seen this kind of phone in "Doraemon" in his previous life, and it was an old version.

"Let me think... 6..." He dialed the number, "2... 4, 4... 2..."

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice rang out in the phone booth, but the voice did not come from the microphone in Cyrus' hand. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and what you are here for."

"Cyrus, I'm here to get something." Cyrus said softly.

"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice. "Guest, please take the badge and pin it on your clothes."

Cyrus saw a badge slide out of the metal chute that was usually used to withdraw coins. He picked it up and found that there was a word on the badge: Cyrus, come to get something.

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and the sidewalk outside the glass window rose higher and higher, and the dilapidated streets and dump trucks disappeared. Finally, there was darkness above Cyrus' head and he could not see anything. With a monotonous and harsh friction sound, he arrived deep in the Ministry of Magic.

All this was much easier than Cyrus imagined.

Of course, I believe no one would think that such a madman dared to break into the Ministry of Magic alone, which was simply seeking death.

A thin golden light shone on his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to Cyrus' body.

The light here was a little dimmer than during the day, and the fireplaces embedded in the four walls were not lit, but when the elevator slowly stopped, Cyrus saw that on the dark peacock blue ceiling, there were many golden symbols constantly moving and changing.

"Since you are visiting the Ministry of Magic at an unspecified time, your every move will be monitored by the Aurors." The woman's voice said, "The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good time tonight."

Cyrus: "Thank you."

The door of the telephone booth suddenly opened, and Cyrus stepped out as if strolling in the garden.

The huge golden fountain in the main hall made an endless sound of water, and shining water jets sprayed from the top of the wizard's wand, from the arrows of the centaurs, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the two ears of the house elf, and fell into the nearby pool.

The main hall of the Ministry of Magic looked magnificent and very exquisite, but this exquisiteness was very different from the style of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. It looked more conservative and more taciturn.

The wand registration area not far away was empty. Several Aurors on duty at the Ministry of Magic had been waiting in the main hall when Cyrus made the call.

Therefore, Cyrus was greeted by five glowing wands!

"Good evening, Aurors."