I became Voldemort

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"Hey, when did that snake disappear?"

Tonks moved faster than Cyrus, but she immediately noticed that the python that had been afraid to move had escaped at some point. 

She wanted to cast a finding spell, but she was worried about summoning all the nearby snakes, so she had no choice but to give up.

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

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

After the sun had completely set, Dumbledore went to Gaunt's old house.

He stayed here almost until late at night, looking at the magic curse that Cyrus had broken for a long time. In the end, Cyrus didn't know if he saw anything.

"Okay, Alastor, since Riddle has left here, I think we should go back." Dumbledore stood up with his body propped up.

"Did you find anything?" Moody asked.

"The only thing I discovered 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 Gaunt's old 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 location where the Horcrux was originally stored was not safe enough. ' Dumbledore thought, if he missed this opportunity, it might be more difficult to find clues to the Horcrux next time.

But he didn't feel that depressed.

It was not easy but rather very hard to find a Horcrux. Even after so many years, Dumbledore has never found it. In the final analysis, the crown from last semester was also not found by him but was carried by the other party himself.

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

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

"What?"

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

Dumbledore walked away petulantly, leaving Moody standing there angrily. Tonks really admired Dumbledore's style of talking, she thought it was very "stylish".

As for Cyrus, he certainly didn't want to waste time on such a boring and ridiculous game as searching for himself (lol). At this moment, he just wanted to go back to the Ministry of Magic and look for the key to Vault 12.

But the Ministry of Magic has already closed down by this point.

"Now that the clues have been broken again, I guess we can go back?" Cyrus looked at Moody, "I don't plan to search in the wild day and night."

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

"But without any clues, even staying here is just a waste of time." Cyrus said, "And now, I am the one on the job."

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

But in fact, he did not return to his own home, or to Delis's home. Delis didn't lived alone after all.

He is married and has a pretty wife. Cyrus learns this through Delis's memories, which is a problem for Cyrus who is not a fan of those types of hentai.

He can pretend to be a person, but it is impossible for him to get along day and night without revealing any flaws. 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 can enter through public toilets, flush their way in, or use the Floo network directly to the halls of the Ministry of Magic. However, Cyrus naturally did not want to expose that "Delis" had come to the Ministry of Magic so late, so he planned to enter through the guest entrance and use his own face.

Everyone is searching for traces of "Tom Riddle". At this time, if he breaks into the Ministry of Magic, it will be more lively and interesting.

Of course, Cyrus could actually try to contact some Death Eaters, and he would naturally be able to summon Death Eaters with magic. But he instinctively doesn't want to join the ranks of those dirty guys.

The guest entrance to the Ministry of Magic looks very ...umm, to put it mildly- "shabby" would be a good word, or even "bleak".

A deserted side street, probably cast under a Muggle expulsion spell, with only a few shabby-looking offices (no one has obviously been working here for a long time), a tavern, and a broken-looking car and a dump truck about to overflow.

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

It was red and very shabby - several pieces of glass were missing, and there was a wall behind it that was painted messily.

Cyrus couldn't help but think of the luxury of MACUSA i.e. Magical Congress of the United States of America. It seems that in the wizarding world, Britain has inevitably declined. However, due to the existence of Dumbledore in the wizarding world, it has held up the last afterglow of the sun.

Cyrus opened the door to the phone booth. The inside was even worse than the outside.

The phone hung crookedly there, and the phone cord seemed to have been pulled hard by someone. A large section was pulled out, and it was almost separated from the phone booth.

He put the phone to his ear and ran his fingers over the dial.

It's hard to believe that at the end of the 20th century, you can still see this kind of rotary phone. In his previous life, Cyrus only saw this kind of phone in "Doraemon", and it was an old version.

"Let me think about...the numbers, "2...4, 4...2..."

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

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

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

"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Cyrus saw a badge slide out of the metal chute normally used to withdraw coins. He picked it up and found that there were words on the badge: Cyrus, here to get something.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you are required to be checked and register your wand at the security desk. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone 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's head, and nothing could be seen. With a dull, harsh grinding sound, he reached the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

It all came much easier than Cyrus had imagined.

Of course, I believe no one would think that such a madman dared to visit the Ministry of Magic alone as that would be simply asking for 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 dimmer than during the day, and there was no fire in the fireplace embedded in the wall. But when the elevator slowly stopped, Cyrus saw many golden symbols on the dark peacock-blue ceiling. The earth is moving and changing.

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

Cyrus: "Thank you."

The door to the phone booth swung open, and Cyrus stepped out as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

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

The main hall of the Ministry of Magic looks magnificent and very exquisite, but this kind of exquisiteness is very different from the style of MACUSA. It looks more conservative, more conformist.

There was no one at the wand registration location not far away. Several Aurors who were left on duty at the Ministry of Magic had been waiting in the main hall when Cyrus made the call.

So Cyrus was greeted by five glowing wands!

"Good evening, Aurors."

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