I became Voldemort

The big silver-coated black German Shefard broke through the deep clouds, driving away the Dementors—Sirius' Patronus.

And Sirius took the mandrake soaked in morning dew and the Grimace Hawkmoth riding a broom through the clouds and came under the moonlight. The magic of the silver moonlight began to have some influence on the materials in the small glass bottle.

It was very cold in the high altitude of Azkaban, and the icy wind cut his thin body.

He needed to perform some delicate operations under the moonlight in the sky - he had to put the mandrake into the glass bottle under the moonlight, and then add the dew, Cyrus' hair, and chrysalis of the Ghost Moth.

The sequence of this process must not be disrupted, otherwise a magic accident is likely to occur, so he must be very focused at the moment.

After a while, Sirius came back with the glass bottle containing the potion in his mouth, and he threw the broom on the ground.

"Okay, now you just need to put it in a dark corner where the sun doesn't shine. Fortunately, there are places like this everywhere."

"Yes." Cyrus waved his hand, and the small bottle disappeared immediately.

"Then you need to wait for the first burst of thunder before the storm comes -" Sirius was just halfway through speaking when thunder sounded outside the window, and the heavy dark clouds could not even be penetrated by lightning. His expression was very helpless.

"That's the worst part. In Azkaban, it's hard to tell which burst of thunder is a sign of a storm. Don't think about using magic to summon a storm, otherwise, it may have a bad impact."

"Don't worry, even if I want to, my magic can't break through this cage for the time being." Cyrus said.

It would be possible to force a breakthrough, but Cyrus didn't want to alarm Dumbledore.

"That's best. In addition, don't forget to point your wand at your heart and recite a spell at every sunrise and sunset while waiting for the storm." Sirius reminded, "You are new here so I think you shouldn't have adjusted much. Things like forgetting the time in the outside world must not be a problem, right?"

"How could it be? There has always been a clock keeping time in my memory. And last time Malfoy told me the time and I already know the general direction of Azkaban. It is not difficult to calculate the time of sunrise and sunset." Cyrus said. , "There are still a few hours before dawn. I'd better tell you about Regulus first."

Cyrus spent about half an hour telling Sirius about Regulus's experience. Of course, he concealed the existence of the Horcrux and that it was Slytherin's pendant. He just said that it was a Something very important to Voldemort.

"You mean, he gave Kreacher a chance to live and died in that huge lake?" Sirius' face was full of disbelief.

There is such a kind-hearted child in the Black family. If only those ancestors who were proud of being "pure-blooded" and liked to chop off the heads of house elves as decorations knew that Regulus had given the chance of survival to a lowly creature and willingly met his death. The Black family ancestors would probably be furious to the point of bursting their coffins, wouldn't they?

"He was a good boy, but he took the wrong path." Cyrus said softly, "But later he saw clearly the true nature of Death Eaters, and he immediately abandoned the darkness and turned to the light."

"Where is the cave? Where is that thing that is important to the Dark Lord?"

"Who knows? Maybe Regulus has found a way to destroy it, or maybe he hasn't?" Cyrus said nonchalantly.

In fact, he was very interested in the pendant.

Among the treasures left by the four founders, only the pendant was the one whose power is unknown, "If you have a chance, you can talk to Dumbledore about this."

"Dumbledore, hehe -" Sirius laughed self-deprecatingly, "I think if he sees me, he would probably capture me immediately and give me to the Dementors. I'm not afraid of death, but at least I have to first Kill that despicable traitor!"

Sirius left in a hurry again.

Cyrus originally wanted to give him the broom, but the guy ran so fast that Cyrus had no time to speak.

It can be seen that he actually cares about his "brother", but the most important and urgent thing now is to kill Peter Pettigrew first.

This is not easy. The Ministry of Magic is hunting him very closely, and even the Muggle world is looking for him.

Once he sets foot on British soil, he doesn't even get a chance to return to his human form. If he hadn't been an unregistered Animagus, he might have been arrested several times.

Cyrus felt the humidity in the air and the movement of clouds and rain. Soon, the clock that kept turning in his memory turned to three o'clock in the morning, and it was soon the time of sunrise.

Azkaban is located in the North Sea. Considering the climate here, it should be relatively north. The summer nights may only last five or six hours.

Cyrus faced northeast, and the clouds seemed a little darker in the middle and brighter on that side.

However, in order to avoid making mistakes, Cyrus still chose to take a small drop of Felix Felicis.

Suddenly, a strange feeling immediately lingered in his heart. He felt as if he was very light, and his confidence spread like a devil's net.

The aura in my mind exploded like a bolt of lightning! Ah, I'm feeling so lucky.

He suddenly felt that maybe he should do something else.

The incantation for Animagus was: Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus.

It's natural to use what kind of spell you want. It's impossible for you to have fluorescent lights stuck in your mouth and flicker, but your wand will shoot a death curse.

"But what if I changed the incantation?"

The voice kept echoing in Cyrus's mind. It was very tempting, but reason made Cyrus hesitate. Lucky Potion is not a lucky potion, nor is it a panacea. It cannot change the inherent factors of the outside world. All it can do is make you feel that everything is going well and is going to go well in the future too.

But the strong omen in his heart gradually convinced Cyrus.

He picked up the wand and pointed it at his heart, and a new but vague spell burst into his mind inexplicably, as if a distant voice was whispering in his ear:

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus—Imagmagus." He added the word.

In the black world, a big golden bird spreads its broad wings!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A powerful second heartbeat suddenly began to beat in Cyrus's chest, as if it were a violent drumbeat.

Usually, wizards couldn't feel the second heartbeat immediately when practicing Animagus, but at this moment, the two beating hearts in Cyrus's chest seemed to start overlapping—

The entire Azkaban was engulfed in a huge whirlpool of magic, as if the black rocky clouds were also flowing, forming a huge wind barrier. The sky seemed to have a hole, engulfing everything.

A huge eye of the storm appeared over Azkaban. The rising morning light and the moonlight about to fall into the sea tilted down together, like a gentle veil enveloping Cyrus.

He suddenly felt that the air became even more humid than before.

This was a sign that a storm was approaching.

"Boom—"

The first lightning tore through the night sky.

Cyrus immediately took out the glass bottle. In just a few hours, the Mandrake and the chrysalis of the Ghost Moth in the bottle had disappeared, replaced by a crystal-clear, blood-red potion.

Following the premonition in his heart, Cyrus drank all the blood-red potion in one gulp.

He immediately felt a severe pain in his body, and the sound of the second heartbeat was stronger than before. He felt as if his body was being replaced by something else.

It was a huge bird with golden wings!

His handsome face began to distort, his mouth protruded forward, turning into a sharp beak; his ears turned into beautiful feathers on both sides; his hands became wings, and two smaller wings grew behind him; his legs also became huge claws...

In an instant, the huge body filled the entire cell.

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