I became Voldemort

Chapter 218: Beautiful Bella and Headmaster

Time rewinds to a few months earlier, back in March 1994.

After the Hogwarts banquet ended, Cyrus left Britain, and for a while after that, he didn't make any headlines—he was almost too quiet.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't doing anything.

First and foremost, he needed to acquire a suitable wand.

His previous wand had been destroyed during the battle with Voldemort, shattered by Cyrus' immense power.

Furthermore, the sudden surge of overwhelming magic within his body brought a sense of imbalance. That magic had gained a consciousness of its own and wasn't entirely willing to submit to Cyrus.

He specifically used two fragments of Voldemort's soul to contain it, ensuring that the immense power wouldn't affect his emotions. However, this also had its downside.

A wizard's strength is closely tied to their emotional intensity, and because Cyrus was not being swayed by those emotions, he couldn't fully unleash all of his magical potential.

This was a problem that would take time for him to digest and resolve.

What he needed now was a well-fitting wand.

Gregorovitch's wands were known for their immense power, but few could compare to his previous Thunderbird wand.

More importantly, for Cyrus at this point, he wasn't looking for raw power in a wand—what he needed was stability.

In this aspect, Gregorovitch's craftsmanship was not on par with Ollivander's.

However, Cyrus chose not to visit Ollivander's wand shop to purchase a new wand.

The cute—ehm* crazy Bellatrix had willingly offered her wand, but after casually trying a few spells with it, Cyrus felt it wasn't a good fit.

The other wands from those around him were similarly inadequate.

Of course, using raw power to force a wand into submission would be easy for Cyrus, much like Voldemort, who wasn't particularly picky about wands.

But since Cyrus had not yet fully mastered the immense magic within himself, a wand that was too ordinary might not be able to handle the output of his magic, and it would simply become a consumable tool.

When thinking of a sufficiently powerful wand, aside from Dumbledore's Elder Wand, the first thing that came to Cyrus's mind was Slytherin's Serpentwood or Snake Wand.

This ancient wand possessed unparalleled power, and it worked even better when wielded by a Parselmouth. Centuries ago, it had been sealed by a Parselmouth witch—Gaunt's ancestor, Gormlaith Gaunt—using the power of Parseltongue. After losing all of its magic, the wand fell into a deep slumber.

Miraculously, from the soil where the Serpentwood Wand was buried, a towering ancient tree had grown, basking in the sunlight.

That ancient tree couldn't be felled or destroyed, and its leaves held healing properties, making it one of the symbols of Ilvermorny.

Now, Cyrus had come to this very place.

Under the cold moonlight, Cyrus opened his mouth and let out a hissing, piercing sound.

"Slumbering Serpentwood Wand, awaken now, and bow to me!"

The massive Serpentwood seemed to come to life. It immediately withdrew its lush branches, curling and retreating as if time were reversing, burrowing back into the earth.

Then, a dark green snake emerged from the soil.

It raised its head to glance at Cyrus and at Nagini, who was coiled on his shoulder. Like a vine, it slithered up Cyrus's body. It was almost weightless, exuding an aura that both Nagini and Cyrus found incredibly comforting and familiar.

It slithered along Cyrus's arm, making its way to his wrist, before falling into his palm. Then, its cold and soft body suddenly stiffened, transforming into a wand.

Thirteen inches long, the wand's body was slightly twisted, with the tail end resembling a serpent's tail.

The wand's core came from the horn of a basilisk—the most powerful serpent king.

"Hiss~~"

Nagini slightly opened her mouth, flicking her tongue, as if saying something.

"Don't worry, by tomorrow they'll discover that this centuries-old tree is gone, but no one will care too much."

"Hiss?~"

"Why? Because I will become the new headmaster of this school," Cyrus said softly, his tone filled with confidence, as if he were stating a future that was already set in stone.

Becoming the headmaster of a magic school was something Cyrus had contemplated for some time. The Statute of Secrecy was deeply ingrained in the wizarding world, especially since the majority of wizards were staunch supporters of it.

No matter how powerful his magic was, Cyrus couldn't fight the entire world.

He needed to change the way wizards thought, and he needed a loyal group of followers. As for the former Death Eaters who had defected to his side, they were mostly useless, except for Bellatrix and Bulstrode.

The others weren't worth much.

Even Bellatrix and Bulstrode had been mentally affected by years of practicing dark magic and then after being captured became more mental due to their time in Azkaban, leaving them somewhat...

"..unstable."

Cyrus had to use ancient magic to extract the darkness from their hearts; otherwise, he would have merely gained two loyal madmen.

He needed fresh blood, new ideas to spread throughout the world, and young wizards were the easiest to influence.

As he pondered this, a woman dressed in a black gown approached slowly.

Her hair was elegantly pinned up, adorned with a delicate butterfly ornament, as if she were heading to a formal event.

'...Hot!'

But as she got closer, her face shocked him.

It was Bellatrix.

Neither Voldemort nor Rodolphus Lestrange had ever seen Bellatrix dressed like this in their lifetime. She no longer resembled a crazed witch, but instead, she looked like a black rose in full bloom.

"But, Master, why not choose Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?" Bellatrix asked softly.

She never questioned why Cyrus wanted to break the boundaries between the two worlds because, in her heart, Cyrus was destined to become the ruler of both wizards and Muggles alike.

"Haah~ Ilvermorny was built by both wizards and Muggles together. There's no place more fitting than here. Durmstrang is even more exclusive towards Muggle-born wizards," Cyrus replied without turning around.

Durmstrang rarely accepted students from the Muggle world. Moreover—

Cyrus recalled an international news story from not long ago—Nurmengard had collapsed, burying the dark wizard Grindelwald within.

Grindelwald was dead?

How could that be?!

Cyrus knew all too well that Grindelwald couldn't have simply died like that, especially since Durmstrang had recently appointed a new headmaster.

It was easy to piece together Grindelwald's plan.

He wasn't sure what had driven Grindelwald, who had once intended to remain in Nurmengard forever, to leave again, but he knew that Gellert Grindelwald was no simple opponent.

Perhaps in terms of raw power, Grindelwald was slightly inferior to Voldemort, but compared to Voldemort, he was far more dangerous—infinitely more dangerous, even.

Voldemort's fearsome traits lay in his power and madness, but ultimately, he was little more than a terrorist.

Grindelwald, however, was different.

His ideas, his influence, his charm everything about him had the potential to rally the entire wizarding world and spark a massive revolution.

However—

At least when it came to breaking the Statute of Secrecy, Grindelwald and Cyrus seemed to share a common goal.

Cyrus planned to test Grindelwald's stance when the opportunity arose.

"Bella, have you completed the tasks I assigned to you?"

"Yes Master, Bulstrode, and I have successfully infiltrated MACUSA," Bellatrix nodded.

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