I became Voldemort

"Good evening, Aurors. The welcome ceremony of the Ministry of Magic is really unique, isn't it?" Cyrus said with a relaxed face.

But what he got in response to his greeting was five overlapping spells:

"Expelliarmus!"

Five disarming spells struck from different corners in front of Cyrus, and behind him was the closed Ministry of Magic elevator.

There was no way out for him.

Of course, there is no need to return!

He didn't even raise his hand, but the air surrounding him suddenly twisted, forming a free current, rising like hot air that was constantly expanding and rising, forming a lightning shield, blocking the Disarming spell.

Silent and wandless casting, no gestures are even needed!

Then, the current suddenly intensified, like tree trunks and branches and leaves suddenly exploding into a network, and like a group of snakes flying out, biting the skin of the Aurors and paralyzing their bodies!

The bright daylight just flashed away. When the thunder and lightning subsided, the five Aurors had curled up and fell to the ground, their muscles tense as if they were petrified.

And the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic has been changed beyond recognition.

The beautiful golden fountain has been smashed, and now it sprays water around like a broken shower head.

The head of the centaur stone statue has also disappeared, and the broken bow and arrow hit the goblin stone statue's hat...

Cyrus walked past the Aurors who had been knocked down by him, with his hands behind his back.

He had no intention of killing people, otherwise, these people would have been chopped into ashes by lightning instead of paralyzing them for a while like now.

As he walked down the long black corridor, Cyrus did not forget to wave his arms slightly to block the entrances to the fireplaces along the way, lest Dumbledore suddenly pop out.

However, Dumbledore may have returned to Hogwarts at this moment. With the Aurors guarding the Ministry of Magic being knocked down, no one may be able to tip off the news.

After all, his attack on the Ministry of Magic this time was also a temporary decision. Unless Dumbledore was a prophet, he would not have expected this to happen.

While sizing up the Ministry of Magic, Cyrus walked to the end of the main hall, where the security checkpoint was.

Although there are no other staff here now, he still made a registration for himself honestly.

"After all, I, Cyrus, am not a 'terrorist' like Voldemort. I am a guest who walked in through the guest entrance with dignity!"

Then he threw away the pen and paper, clapped his hands, and got into the elevator again.

His destination on this trip was actually the Department of Mysteries.

In the magical world, you will find that there are many magics that even the greatest wizards cannot explain, let alone control.

If magic itself is a miracle for Muggles, then the magic sealed in the Department of Mysteries is a miracle among the people of the wizarding world!

Even if Cyrus doesn't find the key to Vault 12, it would be a huge gain for him if he could figure out the secrets of some of the items of the Department of Mysteries.

But this difficulty is probably more difficult than refining the magic stone.

The elevator started operating again, and it didn't take long for it to take Cyrus to the bottom.

What appeared in front of Cyrus was a very simple and empty black corridor.

There was only one door in the corridor. It stayed there quietly, but seemed to be whispering, tempting everyone who saw it to open it.

Of course, Cyrus knew this was psychological.

He pushed open the door, and inside was a huge circular room.

Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black and reflects light like obsidian.

Heh, It looks like a tailor-made residence for the Dark Lord.

Cyrus walked into the huge circular space.

Twelve identical doors without any markings were set at a distance from each other on the circular wall.

Each door seems to represent a moment on the clock, emitting a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere under the illumination of the blue flames on the wall.

Twelve doors, excluding the one at the entrance, there are still eleven doors that contain mysterious things. Cyrus knew the contents of seven of the doors; the remaining four were completely unknown to him.

"Let's see what lies behind these doors."

He sent a gust of wind to all the doors to open them all at once, but as expected it had no effect.

"It seems we can only try one by one." After Cyrus stepped into this space, the door behind him closed on its own.

Moreover, the wall with twelve doors was spinning rapidly like a huge turntable. When it stopped, Cyrus could no longer tell which door he came in from.

He chose the first door. After pushing the door open, there was a tall and cold room filled with tall shelves.

On the shelves were dusty crystal balls of different sizes.

A small number of crystal balls also emit mysterious flowing light. But most crystal balls are like dead light bulbs, and the prophecies recorded in them have long been broken.

"Hall of Prophecy?"

The Hall of Prophecy held no attraction for Cyrus. On the one hand, he already knew the prophecies of Voldemort and Harry, and there were too many other prophecies here; on the other hand, Voldemort's attitude towards the prophecies and his ending still gave Cyrus some inspiration.

Sometimes when you try to break a prophecy, you end up falling into it.

Leaving the Prophecy Hall, Cyrus placed a mark on the door. Sure enough, the wall rotated again, but with the mark as a reminder, Cyrus could clearly tell which door he had opened.

Then he opened the second door.

This is an extremely beautiful room, which is simply incompatible with the dark Department of Mysteries. There are dancing lights everywhere here, like sunlight shining on piles of diamonds. The light refracted by countless gems is very dazzling.

The surrounding walls are full of rotating clocks. Clocks come in all sizes and shapes, from huge grandfather clocks to tiny pocket watches. The whole house was enveloped in a rapid, never-ending ticking sound, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps marching in order.

This is the Time Room.

The Time Room gave Cyrus a strong oppression. In fact, he didn't like to listen to the too rhythmic sound of the clock. It gave him a suffocating feeling of being controlled by time and his heartbeat increased.

But instead of leaving directly, he walked to the end of the room and came to a bell-shaped crystal glass cover.

The light of the whole room bursts out from this source, and the cover is filled with sparkling air currents, which are constantly churning and moving at all times.

Time is abstract, but the movement is eternal.

Just like the Phoenix bird that keeps reincarnating, starting over and over again, like the rising and falling waves from birth to death.

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