Chapter 159 Cyrus: I Hate Fairies!

The picture shows a place that looks a bit old, and the bricks on the ground are broken.

Cyrus's perspective is very low at this moment, as if he is crawling on the ground and looking up. Following this line of sight, he saw the ugly Pettigrew and the devil-like Voldemort.

He immediately realized that this was what Harry saw.

"Is it because Harry is in a violent emotional fluctuation at the moment, which affects me?" Cyrus thought with some doubt.

If there is something in him that is connected to Harry, it can only be Voldemort's soul fragments. In the original book, whenever Voldemort is in a violent emotional fluctuation, Harry can see what Voldemort sees.

Now it seems to be the opposite, Cyrus has entered Harry's mind.

But what puzzles Cyrus is that he has obviously digested Voldemort's soul, but this connection still exists for some reason. This is not a good sign. Thoughts and souls are the most secret places of a person.

Fortunately, Cyrus's brain occlusion technique is very powerful, enough to protect his own thinking and ensure that there will be no accidents.

At this moment, Cyrus firmly memorized the fleeting picture in his mind, not wanting to miss any details.

"It looks similar to the style of Sen Barka Tower." Cyrus frowned, but any ancient dungeon looks similar, and he couldn't tell Harry's location based on this alone.

"Too little information." Cyrus sighed.

Rescuing Harry is of course very urgent, but there is no way to find anyone. In this case, it is better to improve your strength first. Cyrus may have to face Voldemort after his resurrection!

As he was thinking, Cyrus suddenly felt something burning his skin!

At first he thought Voldemort was torturing Harry again, but the next moment he realized that the pain did not come from the soul, but from his body.

It was something on his body that was getting hot!

"Bang——"

Instantly, a golden coin popped out of Cyrus' pocket. It was red hot, as if it had been roasted by fire. It rolled on the ground and almost smoked.

"Fake Galleon?"

This fake Galleon was made when Cyrus went to the principal's office. There were two of them. One of them was in Harry's hand. It was Harry who tipped off Cyrus to ensure that Cyrus could escape before Dumbledore returned.

Now the Galleon was getting hot again. It was obvious that Harry was asking for help.

"This kid is quite smart..." Cyrus raised his mouth and praised.

It's a pity that Harry's Transfiguration was not good enough, otherwise he could leave words on the Galleon and tell Cyrus his location. Of course, it is also possible that Harry himself does not know where he is.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about this. Both Galleons were transformed by Cyrus using magic, which is equivalent to installing a locator. As long as Harry does not stop casting, Cyrus can sense the location of the other Galleon!

But——

"It's probably not that safe for me to go find Voldemort alone."

Cyrus was worried that he couldn't stop Voldemort by himself, and if Voldemort was forced into a desperate situation, he might even give up.

"Dumbledore is so idle, why not give him something to do." Cyrus thought, and tapped the fake Galleon with his wand. The Galleon immediately turned into a golden snitch, and the thin golden wings vibrated rapidly, leaving only a residual image.

"Let's go, find Dumbledore!"

The golden snitch flew into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Cyrus watched the snitch leave and raised his mouth.

"I hope you like my Christmas gift for you, Tom."

The ruins of the tower where Cyrus was located was in Hogsmeade, not very far from Hogwarts. With the flying speed of the golden snitch, it took only twenty minutes to reach Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was still discussing with the professors how to find Harry.

Professor Flitwick wanted to try if the Human Footprints Charm could guide them, but Pettigrew was very cautious. Before leaving Hogwarts, he erased his footprints. The professors were at a loss, and McGonagall cried sadly.

"We really shouldn't let down our guard against Pettigrew. Sirius just returned to Harry, and he was looking forward to living with Sirius... Albus, you shouldn't have told Sirius about this yet, right?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head, and the worry on his face flashed away.

Even if he didn't say it now, I'm afraid Sirius couldn't bear it, and he might come to Hogwarts to spend Christmas with Harry in a while.

"I have used the Floo Network to notify Alastor to go to Riddle House. If Voldemort took Harry away, I think he might stay there."

Alastor is Moody, a very powerful Auror. If it is him, even if he doesn't get close to Riddle House, he can determine whether there are people living there.

This is a very reasonable guess. In fact, if it weren't for Cyrus, Voldemort would have used Riddle House as his temporary base. But since Cyrus rebuilt Riddle House, he didn't like that place anymore.

A place that doesn't completely belong to you is ultimately unsafe.

On the other hand, Voldemort now has a better choice.

"I hope Moody can bring some good news." Flitwick sighed.

But before he finished speaking, the golden snitch that Cyrus had conjured had already arrived.

The golden snitch passed through Snape's greasy black hair, hovered in the surprised eyes of the professors, and then unfolded.

"Golden Snitch?"

The professors did not dare to act rashly against this unknown golden snitch, but Dumbledore's eyes brightened. He stretched out his long, finger-bone-like wand and gently tapped the front end of the snitch.

The golden snitch immediately stopped flapping its wings, melted into a pool of golden liquid, and flowed into words in the air.

"It seems that someone found Harry before us." Dumbledore said lightly.

Before McGonagall and the others could react to who was tipping off, Snape had already thought of the person he met in Godric's Hollow not long ago, the person who said that he and Harry were friends...

"Cyrus?" His lips slightly opened and closed, uttering a long doubt.

"But how did he know..." McGonagall's eyebrows were more tightly knitted than ever. She still felt that Cyrus was not so credible. They only discovered Harry's disappearance this morning. How did Cyrus know about it?

"Albus, could this be a trap?"

She was worried that it was Cyrus who took Harry away, and this time he was also setting up a plan to make Dumbledore come to the appointment.

Everyone knew that Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort was afraid of. If something happened to Dumbledore, no one would be able to stop Voldemort.

"I don't think so. Maybe someone informed him. Besides, even if it was a trap, he had to go." Dumbledore said without hesitation.

He hoped that Voldemort would use Harry's blood to revive, so that the connection between Voldemort and Harry would not be unable to protect Harry because Lily's magic failed, but he didn't want Harry to have any accidents.

If the prophecy was true, only one of Harry and Voldemort could survive, so once Harry died, it meant that no one could destroy Voldemort.

"Let's go and bring Harry back." Dumbledore said, looking at Snape, "Severus, please keep an eye on the castle before we come back."

Snape paused and immediately understood what Dumbledore meant. He knew he had no choice, but he still looked at Dumbledore with some dissatisfaction, like a venomous snake that had set its sights on its prey and was about to spray venom in the next second.

"I will--"

He angrily threw his wide robe and left like a bat without looking back.

"Albus, you are worried that he will..."

Dumbledore said calmly, "I am just worried that the children in the castle will be left unattended. Someone must stay to prevent similar things from happening again."

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Cyrus stood in front of a castle ruin and looked around. Around the ruins, many goblins were wandering around and patrolling the surroundings.

No one has set foot here for many years. Now it is suddenly heavily guarded. Obviously there is a problem.

But what Cyrus didn't expect was that Voldemort's hiding place was actually his second trial site - the castle left by Charles Rookwood.

"Lanlock once worked with Victor Rookwood, and it is indeed possible that he knew that Rookwood was one of the guardians of ancient magic. Now that Voldemort occupies this castle, it is understandable that he is trying to get other clues about ancient magic."

Cyrus even felt that Voldemort might have found some clues -

His golden eyes took in the scene in the distance. The goblins guarding the surroundings were obviously very different from ordinary goblins. They were emitting black mist all over their bodies, and they looked exactly the same as Voldemort in the Pavilion of Knowledge at that time.

Did Voldemort give the power of ancient magic to these goblins?

No, it would be better to say that the power of ancient magic can be given?

He subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

But before he could think about it, a series of explosions came from behind him, as if someone had lit a bunch of firecrackers.

Cyrus turned around and saw several figures coming out of the black spot, led by Dumbledore.

Meeting Dumbledore again, the two had no intention of fighting. But before they could test each other, a thin black shadow rushed towards Cyrus like a hound that smelled blood.

"Cyrus, where is Harry?!" Sirius was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down.

Just as McGonagall said, Sirius went directly to Hogwarts to find Harry and happened to meet them.

"Harry is in the castle. I left him a fake Galleon before, and he contacted me through this." Cyrus explained.

"Is it the day you sneaked into the principal's office? I really didn't expect Harry to tip you off." Dumbledore casually said this thing that surprised McGonagall and others, but Dumbledore himself didn't seem to mind it that much.

"Don't mind. Children all like bad friends."

"Bad friends won't risk their lives to save him." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Cyrus sneered and then talked about Voldemort's current situation. "Tom is now controlling the body of the goblin Lanlock, and it seems that he has obtained some of the power of ancient magic. I suggest you be more careful."

The name Voldemort has magical power. Once it is spoken, it will be sensed. Therefore, Cyrus now only calls Voldemort "Tom".

"Okay, stop talking about these useless things now! How should we get in?" Sirius shouted.

"Or use the Disillusionment Charm..." McGonagall thought about sneaking in, but was interrupted by Cyrus.

"Of course, just break in directly!"

Cyrus rolled his eyes. We have already sent out Dumbledore. What else is there to be afraid of?

Even the resurrected Voldemort is afraid of Dumbledore. What's more, Voldemort has not been resurrected yet, and Dumbledore has Cyrus' help. Two against one, what is there to be afraid of?

Cyrus has been annoyed with Voldemort for a long time because he has been looking for trouble with him again and again!

If Voldemort doesn't get the shit out of him this time, it will be considered a clean shit!

Mag looked at Cyrus in astonishment. Theoretically, this wizard who looked like a student was actually only a few years younger than her, but at this moment, Cyrus looked so young, no different from the slightly older wizards in the castle. Moreover, he looked unruly and did not take Voldemort seriously, which still made her feel incredible.

But she suddenly realized that the man in front of her did have the capital to despise Voldemort.

"Then let's be more direct." Dumbledore also agreed with Cyrus's idea. They jointly set up an anti-apparition spell to seal the entire castle.

Then, Cyrus walked towards the gate of the castle without any concealment.

Those patrolling goblins were not blind, and they immediately saw Cyrus' figure.

"There is an enemy!"

"It's Tom Riddle!"

The sharp-eyed goblin recognized Cyrus's appearance, and now new and old hatreds surged up together. Cyrus killed hundreds of goblins when he made trouble in Gringotts. The goblins' hatred for Cyrus was deep!

Of course, among the hundreds of goblins, only Bodrick was actually dealt with by Cyrus himself. The rest of the goblins died not so much in his hands as in their own greed.

At this moment, seeing these goblins with black aura rushing over with huge axes and swords, Sirius and his companions were also very stressed, and they immediately prepared for battle.

However, Cyrus just sneered, looked at those short things with disgust, and slowly took out his wand.

The wand of elderberry and thunderbird feathers passed gracefully in front of him, and in an instant, blue fire ignited under Cyrus' feet.

"I hate goblins!"

Dumbledore: ? ? ?

What a strong sense of déjà vu!

It's a little late, and my brain feels like a paste. My body is not so uncomfortable, but it's hard to think, woo woo woo