Chapter 63 Make Voldemort Great Again

At night, Cyrus left the dormitory again, avoiding all sights and came to the Room of Requirement.

The blood-red potion kept rolling, emitting a strong breath of life. But soon this pot of potion immediately turned into poison, showing an unhealthy red color like rusty iron.

Cyrus immediately knew that this pot of potion was invalid again.

There were few potion materials stolen from Snape.

"If I fail again, I can only give up first."

Cyrus opened the alchemy books again. The seemingly simple patterns and words have become the most profound and difficult to understand wisdom.

"Wisdom-if Ravenclaw's crown had not been made into a Horcrux." Cyrus sighed and cursed Voldemort for squandering!

Such a powerful treasure was destroyed by it!

If the crown could be used, maybe he could use the wisdom of the crown to realize the refining of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Wait-"

"Who said that you can't kill people without a gun head?" Cyrus suddenly reacted.

No one has ever said that the crown cannot be used after being made into a Horcrux?

Perhaps others cannot use it because Voldemort's soul fragments are attached to it, but it is different for him. He does not have to worry about Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux. It is better to say--

"I am Riddle!"

Cyrus' black eyes glowed brightly. Cyrus always had flexible standards for whether he was Riddle.

He walked out of the Room of Requirement quickly, and then walked back and forth three times, muttering in his heart:

"I want a room to hide things, I want a room to hide things, I want a room to hide things."

Then, the original door slowly disappeared, and a new door appeared on the wall.

Cyrus pushed open the black, luxurious door and walked into a huge, but very crowded and messy room.

All kinds of sundries were piled together, looking like a utility room full of garbage. It is hard to imagine that in the thousand years since Hogwarts was founded, the few people who knew about this room turned this room into this.

Cyrus knew where the Horcrux was.

He had been to this room before, when he was just looking for some alchemical tools for Draco to practice with, and the crown was just a side job.

He passed the troll specimen and the broken vanishing cabinet, and came to a crate. On top of the crate was a pockmarked bust of a wizard wearing an old gray wig and an old, faded crown.

The crown was inlaid with gems and engraved with a line of words - extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth.

It should have shimmered, but now, the crown looked a little dim.

Then, Cyrus put it on his head without hesitation.

In an instant, he felt like he was in a silent morning forest, and the cool mountain breeze made his brain very clear. That feeling was like a rusty machine was suddenly smeared with lubricant and began to run quickly.

Cyrus felt like he was enveloped by "wisdom" itself.

However, if someone looked at him from a third-person perspective, they would find that what enveloped Cyrus was not wisdom, but a ball of evil black air.

——Voldemort!

"Show me your soul!"

The black air made a hoarse and terrifying sound, echoing in Cyrus' mind.

"I will show you all the mysteries of magic!"

"Stop howling, it's me!"

Cyrus took the initiative to interrupt him, he opened half of his mind, absorbed Malfoy's vitality, and condensed an illusory shadow. At the same time, the diary was also held in his hand.

"You?"

Cyrus believed that no one would ever see the legendary Dark Lord show a more ridiculous expression than this moment.

"It's me, and of course you." Cyrus looked directly at the ugly snake face emerging from the black fog, and his mood improved for no reason. Although he had to think about how to revive as soon as he crossed over, at least he didn't become as ugly as the guy in the crown.

"I gave the diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping..."

"Yes, but we didn't tell him what was in the diary, otherwise he would have respected me more." Cyrus' face showed anger, "But it's better this way, at least I know some unexpected news. I guess you never dreamed that-"

"What?"

"The invincible Dark Lord was defeated by a baby! And then he became a lowly thing that is even worse than a ghost, and he survived by possessing rats in the sewer all day long!"

The shadow seemed to be angered by Cyrus' words, and it bared its fangs and spit out its tongue like a venomous snake:

"You are lying!"

"Lying? Why should I deceive myself?" Cyrus showed his eyes frankly. He had prepared the modified false memory, but he overestimated the residual soul trapped in the Horcrux, and the other party could not cast any magic at all.

"You really should go outside and see what the world has become. We lost!" He was angry, as if he was annoyed and ashamed of his failure. Now that he saw another "self", he could finally release his repressed emotions.

"People are cheering for the 'Boy Who Lived' to celebrate our failure! And last year, that boy once again stopped our plan..."

Cyrus told everything that happened in the past year, including Voldemort possessing Quirrell in an attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone and revive, but was defeated by Harry Potter, and Lucius Malfoy sending the diary away to avoid the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, hoping to cause a bloody storm in Hogwarts...

"Now, I am possessed by Malfoy and attacked several lowly mudbloods with the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, but this is not enough! We must be resurrected!" Cyrus became more and more excited as he spoke, and he kept approaching the soul in the crown, "This is easy, but the Horcrux is still not safe enough."

"The Horcrux is safe enough. If the plan goes well, we can have six Horcruxes." Voldemort is now proud of his plan to split seven souls. He is confident that no one knows that he has made so many Horcruxes, let alone find the location of each Horcrux and destroy them.

"Insurance?" Cyrus sneered, "Is insurance just living with snakes and rats in the dirty sewers? Don't forget who we are? Don't forget that we changed our name to 'Voldemort' so that one day, when we become the greatest wizards in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to say this name easily! Instead of lying in the stinking ditch like a wild dog with a broken leg!

"We must have stronger power and safer means to fight against Dumbledore and that--" Cyrus put his hand on the crown, hatred flashed in his eyes, "The Boy Who Lived!"

"Are you going to abandon the body?" The Voldemort in the crown suddenly understood what Cyrus meant. But this made him feel even more incredible, he never thought that the other party was so crazy.

"The body?"

"There is no body." Cyrus's emotions seemed to calm down, but this calmness contained a more powerful force, like a silent current on the bottom of the sea.

"There is only one Voldemort in this world! It's him, you, and me! Since he lost, let me do it. If I lose, you will do it!"

Facing the tempting devil, Cyrus's trick is to tempt the other party in return.

The soul in the crown seemed to have compromised. Cyrus put the crown on his head again and said the last sentence to break the other party's psychological defense.

"There is only one Voldemort in this world, and our goal is to make the name of Voldemort great again!"

I am so sleepy at work, so sleepy, so sleepy