I became Voldemort

There were no more attacks until March.

Several mandrakes that had become taciturn became noisy again and held a lively and noisy dance party in the third greenhouse, which made Professor Sprout very happy.

It is estimated that in another month or two, they will be fully mature. At that time, those who were petrified can finally wake up.

Cyrus was also very happy. As time went by, resurrection seemed to be close at hand. The joy in his heart made his patron saint gradually take shape. It was not very clear, but he could still tell that it was a huge one. Related to flying birds.

'When the mandrake matures, I can steal a leaf, and after resurrection, I can try to transform into an Animagus. '

Voldemort was not an Animagus, and he looked down upon such useless moves. He didn't even pay attention to magical animals, let alone ordinary animals.

But Cyrus had no such idea. An unregistered Animagus was simply a symbol of freedom.

In the early morning, Cyrus sat on the Slytherin seat, eating breakfast and reading the letter sent by Lucius Malfoy.

During this period of time, he had been communicating with Lucius in Draco's name, and occasionally urged Lucius to act faster in the name of Riddle.

However, the school governors of Hogwarts are no pushovers either. The prestige of those families is no less than that of the Malfoy family.

What Cyrus needs is not something that can be accomplished quickly.

Not to mention that Lucious had to find the right time to cooperate with Cyrus to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic so that they would be forced to send Hagrid to Azkaban for a few days.

In fact, when Cyrus used Ginny's body to get along with Hagrid, he still liked the big guy, but in order to be resurrected, he could only give in to him.

"Azkaban is so great, the people there are so (expletive) well-spoken, and everyone is very talented (in dark magic)."

Cyrus convinced himself, while picking up a fork, forking a piece of sausage, and stuffing it into his mouth.

"What Azkaban? Why are you still sitting here? Isn't your Slytherin team playing against Ravenclaw today?" Ginny couldn't help but see him sitting alone and eating slowly. So she ran over and asked.

Originally she didn't care whether the Slytherin team won or lost, but it was different now. Mr. Riddle became Slytherin's "seeker".

Although the other people in Slytherin were very hateful, Ginny still wanted to see him play and to see if could win the game.

"Quidditch?"

Cyrus raised his eyebrows and then remembered another thing.

Not long ago, Marcus Flint specifically asked him to train for this purpose.

"I simply forgot." He stood up, "I wondered why there were so few people eating breakfast today!"

Although Cyrus is actually not very interested in Quidditch, it is rare for him to travel to this magical world and possess Draco. If he does not experience Quidditch, he is missing something. What's more, if he misses this time, he will probably not have another chance in the future.

The main thing is the sense of experience.

The two walked towards the Quidditch pitch, and most of the students were already seated. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the action at times.

"Are you nervous?" Ginny opened her mouth and asked in a low voice.

Seeing so many spectators, even her heart seemed to be suspended.

"Hmm.. What's so stressful about this?" Cyrus shook his head relaxedly.

He had been dealing with more serious stuff. If he and Dumbledore were not careful in their affairs, he might die, all those petrifying attacks and learning dark stuff made him more nervous!

Quidditch game?

Just a little relaxation.

They separated at the entrance, and Cyrus walked directly towards the Slytherin team's lounge.

The game will be starting around eleven o'clock in the morning, but now, all the players are here, even the Seeker... …

Now, last year's Seeker, Terence Higgs, was looking at 'Draco' with a surprised look on his face, as if he didn't expect him to appear here.

'He didn't even come to practice before... Ah!'

Immediately, surprise turned to fear.

"Malfoy, you, why are you..." Terrence Higgs was incoherent, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the broom, sweat dripping from his palms. Marcus Flint, who is still the captain, seems very embarrassed.

Since the last time Cyrus gave him a severe lesson in the Slytherin common room, not many wizards in Slytherin were willing to mess with Cyrus. After all, with his strength here and the protection of Professor Snape, he would not be punished for beating anyone.

"I... it was Marcus who said that you would no longer participate in Quidditch, so I..." Terrence stammered, and he did not hesitate to shift the responsibility to Marcus, but it's actually pretty much what he said.

So Cyrus set his sights on Marcus.

"I had told you I would participate. Are you deff or do you really have the mind of a troll?" Cyrus said and pulled out the wand.

The wand he was using was Marcus's, but now it belonged to him. "Do you want me to treat your mind? Or do you prefer me to open your ears?"

Seeing him pick up the wand, all the members of the team took a step back in fear, shivering and hiding behind the slender broomsticks, as if the thin broom could hide their appearance.

"But you... but you don't come to the training." Marcus could only say bravely.

"But I said I would come in the match." Cyrus took the broom from Terence's hand unceremoniously, "It is what it is Terence, I'll go first this time, and you can come next time."

After giving the little snakes a little Dark Lord shock, Cyrus stopped teasing them. He completely deliberately wanted to create this unreasonable appearance of himself. If these little hooligans didn't know the pain, they wouldn't understand how powerful he was.

Cyrus didn't want any more trouble.

I just feel a little sorry for Terrence Higgs Lol, he is a good young man, but unfortunately, the Nimbus 2001 in his hand has not warmed up yet, so he has to hand it over.

"Okay, now I'll take command -" Cyrus's interest was extremely high.

This is a bit like experiencing a roller coaster or bungee jumping.

Although He is not that interested in Quidditch, it is still interesting to participate once in a while. And since he participated, he wanted to win!

"Wait, I'm the team's capt-" Marcus shouted quickly, but before he could finish speaking, his mouth seemed to be mute and he couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

Oscausi.

"Heh, not anymore."

Cyrus said without looking back: "I will lead you guys to victory!"

"By the way, who is the seeker of the Ravenclaw team?"

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