Chapter 114 Dumbledore's Test

"You've started, Tom. Let me see if you're the same person." Dumbledore put down the envelope in his hand and slowly sat back in his chair.

The phoenix combed its beautiful feathers on the table.

People say that Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world. But sometimes he thinks he might be the one with the most serious sins.

The two terrible demons that have appeared in the past hundred years are closely related to him.

Of course, sometimes we have to admit that whether Dumbledore exists or not, Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort will eventually go the same way. And without Dumbledore to stop them, the world will only become more miserable.

Gellert will reshape the order of the wizard and Muggle worlds, and the two sides will inevitably provoke a war. And Grindelwald is a person who pays great attention to ability. Perhaps he will find that the young Tom Riddle has extraordinary talents and choose him as his successor. Or the two sides will go on the opposite path.

No matter which one, it is a bloody future.

He felt a little tired, and his mind was still recalling the experiences of the previous two school years. He had several doubts that needed to be answered.

The first was whether the resurrected "Tom Riddle" was Voldemort? If so, were there conflicts between their existences? If not, who was he?

So after Cyrus escaped from prison, or more precisely, after Cyrus was resurrected, Dumbledore began to consciously spread the news to Albania, to the ears of Voldemort, who was worse than a ghost.

His second doubt was based on the premise that Cyrus and Tom Riddle were not the same person. Dumbledore still needed to figure out whether the other party was harmful or not, and he did not want to see the rise of a third terrifying dark wizard.

The third doubt, or expectation, was more appropriate.

He really wanted to know if Voldemort would find a way to find the previous Horcrux after knowing that one of his Horcruxes had been "resurrected"? If so, he would probably leave a loophole.

"Tom, who claimed to be Cyrus, went to Riddle House and Gaunt House after his resurrection. He couldn't have hidden his Horcruxes in a place like Riddle House where Muggles live, that would be his shame. So it seems that he only took the Horcruxes hidden in Gaunt House." Dumbledore thought, "But the Ministry of Magic - would he hide the Horcruxes in the Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore thought it was unlikely.

Although the Ministry of Magic symbolizes power, which seems to be something Voldemort is born with, Voldemort actually despises the Ministry of Magic. He would think that his power is far higher than that of the Ministry of Magic, not to mention that places like the Ministry of Magic are crowded and not safe.

"Cyrus... who are you?"

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"Dawlish, who is the person who contacted the goblin?"

Another day, Tonks is tired of staying in the Hog's Head.

In fact, Cyrus and she have lived together for more than half a month. Even the Aurors and Soul Eaters have relaxed their vigilance a little, and the goblin is happy to sit in the bar every day waiting for someone who may not exist.

During this time, Tonks changed everyone she had a little impression of in her mind to avoid exposing her chicken feet. Cyrus used the trick of "I'm not good at Transfiguration" to shirk the boring surveillance activities and went around, which made Tonks angry.

"No matter who he is, or whether there is such a person, since it is a job, do it well." Cyrus said and slipped out.

"How dare you say that? Who sneaks to the Three Broomsticks to see Rosmerta every day? Be careful, I will write a letter to your wife!" Tonks resisted the urge to rush up and punch Cyrus, and said angrily.

"I'm not going to see the boss lady, I just don't want to eat among flies. And my relationship with my wife is very good. I bought a catkin for her a few days ago." Cyrus said without looking back.

Of course, he didn't buy any catkin.

In fact, the animal he sent out was Dawlish himself. At that time, after Cyrus turned Dawlish into a python, Dawlish slipped away. Later, he took some time to find Dawlish back and turned him into a cat and gave it to his wife.

Cyrus turned into Dawlish just to find the key to the 12 vaults, not to break up other people's families.

He stretched himself and walked out of the Hog's Head Inn. He did not go to the main road of Hogsmeade, but turned to a more remote place. The Shrieking Shack, a haunted house famous throughout the British wizarding world.

A few months ago, Cyrus fought with Dumbledore here, and was defeated by Dumbledore, and even the house was destroyed. But now it seems that Dumbledore seems to have repaired the house, and even the appearance has not changed.

No, it is not completely unchanged.

In fact, there are more traces of life in the house. It seems that a werewolf has returned here, but this time he did not add new scars to this precarious house.

Somehow, Cyrus wanted to go back to Hogwarts, but he was a little worried about the Marauder's Map. He was not sure if Dumbledore had the map. He was even more unsure if Dumbledore would kill him if he met him again.

Even if this body is not Voldemort's soul, death is still a terrible thing for a young life like Cyrus. Especially since he spent so much effort on resurrection, how could he be willing to die like this?

In the end, he turned back.

He walked into the Hog's Head, but surprisingly, he didn't see any trace of Tonks. The goblin who sat in the bar day after day was not there today. Cyrus immediately realized that the person he was waiting for might have appeared, and Tonks might have followed him on her own initiative.

Aberforth's behavior confirmed Cyrus's guess.

He saw Cyrus coming back and threw a folded note over with an unhappy face.

"The girl left it for you. I think she is probably in danger."

Cyrus immediately opened the letter:

"Dawlish, the person the goblin is waiting for has appeared. It's a wizard! I have to follow him. I left you a trace. See you then."

"When did it happen?" Cyrus put the note away and asked seriously.

"It's been almost five hours since lunch," Aberforth replied casually. "You'd better hurry up. That girl can't be their opponent."

Cyrus didn't need his reminder to let Tonks get hurt. He rushed out of the bar and almost knocked down the dilapidated door.

Cyrus waved his wand in front of him:

"Apparition!"

A golden mist spread out, and in the shining mist, a row of footprints stretched out into the distance.