I became Voldemort

Chapter 130: Goblin’s Memory

Cyrus, disguised as Delis, followed Dumbledore out of the ward and lingered in the hospital corridor.

There are people coming and going here, pharmacists and nurses in white cloaks are walking around in a hurry, and there are also the moans of patients under the spell.

It is really not a good place for conversation. But Dumbledore just waved his wand gently, and those noisy sounds disappeared.

Cyrus felt like he and Dumbledore were two incompatible souls, drifting outside the world.

"Dumbledore..."

"Mr. Delis, regarding Tom Riddle... let's call him Cyrus. You know, during the trial, he seemed to only say this sentence. I think we can respect his thoughts." Dumbledore winked at Cyrus mischievously.

Cyrus didn't know what the old guy was thinking, but he was on pins and needles.

"You just said that when Miss Tonks was following the goblin and dark wizards, you immediately followed them, right?"

"Yes, sir."

Dumbledore nodded. "So, you were observing their actions in secret for an entire afternoon?"

"Yes, sir. The dark wizards and goblins captured Tonks but didn't take any immediate action. They were waiting for nightfall, as it seemed the sacrificial ritual required the magical power of moonlight to be completed," Cyrus said.

Dumbledore nodded: "It is not easy to see the traces of ancient magic. It requires more outstanding talents." He did not dwell too much, but changed his words and asked a pointed question.

"Mr. Delis, you saw Cyrus appear and fight. What kind of person do you think he is?"

"I..!!"

Cyrus tensed up almost immediately.

"I don't know sir, I just saw him appear from a distance and saw his great strength."

Dumbledore nodded and asked again: "And what about you, Mr. Delis? Are you alright? No injuries?"

"No, sir."

Dumbledore said nothing more. The miserable and painful wails in their ears came back, and the two of them suddenly returned to reality, and this anticlimactic conversation ended.

Until Dumbledore's figure disappeared from the stairs at the corner of the corridor, Cyrus didn't understand what answer Dumbledore got from him.

He walked back to Tonks' ward in silence, rationally telling him that his current status might not be so safe. But Cyrus then thought about it. Changing his identity might not be able to hide it from Dumbledore's eyes.

He thought that the old man was testing, and the last question was not so much about caring for him as it was about asking him whether he had endangered the safety of John Delis.

'He knew, but he didn't expose it. '

Cyrus realized this immediately, which reassured him.

No matter what, as long as Dumbledore didn't come at him with a knife, it was fine.

Perhaps the old man also realized the difference between Cyrus and Voldemort, and perhaps he planned to continue to observe to see what kind of changes this resurrected soul would bring.

But no matter what, it didn't matter to Cyrus. He originally didn't want to be a world-destroying devil and cause a huge crisis. It was enough as long as Dumbledore stayed out of his way.

Of course, Cyrus believed that Dumbledore would try every means to test Cyrus in order to verify his suspicions. But as long as he doesn't take action personally, it won't be a big problem.

He returned to the ward, where Fudge and Scrimgeour were having a heated discussion about goblins.

Scrimgeour was very dissatisfied with Doclo's cooperation with the dark wizard in an attempt to obtain the wand. Coupled with the bloodshed caused by so many goblin rebellions in history, Scrimgeour hoped to suppress the goblins.

Fudge rejected Scrimgeour's proposal on the grounds that there was no definite evidence.

Although the goblins held a lot of Galleons, Fudge didn't want to cause more trouble. The conflict between goblins and wizards was sharp, and if they were suppressed too harshly, leading to violent clashes, he'd have a headache.

Having just emerged from the dark age, no one in the British wizarding world liked war.

He only wished to be re-elected smoothly, gather some more Galleons during his term, gain a bit of a good reputation, and then retire peacefully as a Minister for Magic who was known for leading everyone out of fear and into peace. He didn't want to end up with a reputation for being a minister who caused another war.

"Let's forget about this..." he said, "Tonks and Delis, you two should rest for a while, don't participate in other tasks, and have a good vacation."

He looked all concerned for his subordinates. "Delis, hasn't it been a while since you visited home? Your wife must be missing you terribly!"

"And Tonks, we haven't told your parents about your hospitalization yet. I think it's best for you to go back and spend time with them. The work of an Auror is always dangerous." Fudge said in a gentle tone.

"Fudge! If we let those goblins run wild, they might start another rebellion!" Scrimgeour was so angry that his hair shook like kelp.

"Ah, Scrimgeour - you are too radical. This is not good." Fudge said, "Everything can be negotiated. We have set up a goblin liaison office, haven't we?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but put a hand on Scrimgeour's shoulder and lead him out.

"We can have a good talk with the person in charge of the Goblin Brotherhood, but I want to remind you that during the negotiations, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

The two men also left, leaving Cyrus, Tonks, and Moody looking at each other in the ward.

After a moment, Moody shook his head in disappointment: "Such a person actually became a minister, haha."

Cyrus didn't stay in the hospital much longer either. Moody, an old bachelor, could stay and care for Tonks tirelessly.

However, Tonks could actually be discharged the next day.

...

With no job for the time being, Cyrus had to return to Delis's home.

"Ah! Honey! You finally came back!"

Delis's beautiful wife happily gathered around him when she saw him.

"...Yes."

"The ministry is working you tirelessly! Oh, you don't know how much I've missed you~"

'Ok, this is getting out of hand..'

Cyrus could only use a Confundus Charm to keep her in a muddled state.

He was still thinking about Lily Potter being unspeakable.

Thinking that she might have left behind some ancient magic manuscripts, similar to Ranrok's manuscripts.

'Perhaps, I should find time to visit Godric's Hollow.' Cyrus thought.

But there is no rush, Godric's Hollow is only a possibility, and Ranrok's memory is the closest thing to ancient magic at this moment.

The development of this magical world is obviously impossible to be exactly the same as that of "Legacy". The evidence is that since the Triwizard Tournament stopped being held in this world, there has never been a transfer student in Hogwarts. But many NPCs and even villains who appear in "Legacy" are characters who actually existed in history.

For example, the goblin Ranrok did indeed exist.

And Professor Fig—Cyrus had checked some archives and confirmed that Fig had been attacked by a dragon on his way to take up his post at Hogwarts and had unfortunately died, becoming the first professor in history to die in an accident before officially assuming the position.

'The professor died unexpectedly.'

Cyrus took out a clean glass bottle and took out the silver fluorescent silk thread in the glass bottle.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the memory in his hand.

The memory rippled like a feather falling into the gray lake water, and then slowly sank into Cyrus' thoughts.

He didn't need a pensieve to see the memory.

Of course, Doclo's memory is irrelevant, what is important is Ranrok's manuscript.

In the silver-grey world, a simple scroll unfolded before Cyrus' eyes like an ink painting.

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