The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Cyrus was bitter.

If he had known that the entire memory he retrieved was about these things, he would have borrowed the Pensieve alone.

"Is there a way to skip it?" Cyrus's heart was itching straight, his fingers hung down the sides and scratched his robe, "I think we should skip these...insignificant things..."

"Every picture hides details, don't be so impatient." Dumbledore rarely saw Cyrus' mischievous scene, whether it was out of exploration or curiosity, he didn't want to miss this rare picture.

In this kind of quaint wooden tea house, it should be comfortable and peaceful, but the arrival of little Cyrus made everything jump up.

With a smile on her face, Gu rolled up her long sleeves rudely like a martial artist, but the movement of rolling up her sleeves was very slow and graceful, as if deliberately delaying time, her eyes followed little Cyrus all the time.

She was using magic that Dumbledore had never seen before, and the magic whip quickly stretched out from her hand, grabbing little Cyrus' right leg like a tentacle.

"Looking at the entire Karma Taj, only you have this ability..."

"I don't know! I just saw that I haven't been there yet"

Little Cyrus wanted to get under the table, but Gu Yi just stood there like a stake, turned his right hand, wrapped the whip around his wrist, retracted, and dragged him out.

Then he was hung upside down on the beam, and the magic wand brought sparks and slapped his ass.

Every time, there was an earth-shattering cry and begging for mercy, and every time the wand fell, the strength even Dumbledore was stunned. He didn't know what this 'Cyrus' did wrong.

"How did you bypass Master Hamil?" Gu Yi took a short rest, sat down and poured a cup of cool tea.

"Use...Use the Force..." Little Cyrus whimpered, hanging upside down with her on his back, sobbing, and Dumbledore found that there were no tears on his face at all, "implying that he was in a hurry. ..”

The eyes of Cyrus on the side lit up. Hearing these words, it was as if he had discovered some new continent.

"Little bastard..." What Cyrus couldn't imagine was how Ancient One managed to reprimand and scold people with a peaceful attitude, "Do you know that the Eye of Agomotto will easily change the timeline?" Complicated?"

Sure enough, it was correct not to choose to skip, and Dumbledore nodded secretly because he insisted on his choice.

He just knew....often the most critical things are hidden in the details, although Cyrus kept his head down and looked out the window, trying not to know anything about it.

"Why are you crying? Don't think I don't know, you have been using the force barrier!" Gu Yi hooked his hand and took off the eye-shaped Eye of Agamotto hanging around his neck.

"timeline?"

"Every time you use it wrongly, a new timeline will be formed, and the new timeline is a new parallel universe." Ancient One didn't intend to let him go, "And because of your particularity, only two The universe merged"

This particularity is 'uniqueness'.

The parallel universe where the new timeline is born, because there is no Cyrus, will make two completely different timelines merge and entangle, the bad is worse, and the good is better.

Dumbledore squinted his eyes, listening to every word the Ancient One said like a student.

"This is your former teacher?" The headmaster felt terrified because of the uncertainty. Maybe he had guessed some answers, but he was hesitant to admit it.

"No... In the words of Teacher Gu Yi, this is a projection of 'once' in another universe, and I am 'now'?"

Dreams are one of the ways to lead to parallel worlds, so Cyrus' dream is to look back at his past experience in the multiverse. "Little Cyrus" is him, but not the real him now.

Dumbledore looked at the open space outside the door, where a large number of people were circling with their fingers, and sparks flashed in front of them from time to time.

Is this Cyrus' space magic? !

But Cyrus' focus is more on that he seems to be able to use the pensieve to watch the picture in detail, so as to learn new skills?Magic...Force...Poetry magic, these can all be unearthed with the Pensieve!

After being reprimanded, little Cyrus rubbed his butt and limped out...

"Heh~ Look at Kama Taj, only you have the ability to make the master angry." Casillas gloated and leaned forward, and deliberately pushed Cyrus' bruised buttocks with his knee.

"It deserves it! Who told him to disturb the timeline!" Modu frowned and said with a stinky face.

The two people, one tall and one short, were both familiar and unfamiliar to Cyrus. Before he could continue to listen to the voices of the two, the picture became blurred and the color gradually turned into a dark black.

The house, turned into a puddle of ink, floated in the air, and Cyrus felt his world spinning for a while, and his spirit was forcibly withdrawn.

When he looked up, the first thing he saw was Principal Dumbledore's mocking eyes.

"I thought...you could only learn..." Dumbledore raised his brows, enlivening the silent atmosphere with a joking tone, "I didn't expect you to be hanged one day"

While speaking, he deliberately looked at Cyrus' ass.

"It's gone?" Cyrus looked at the silver-white flocs that gradually disappeared, feeling a little disappointed.

"It's already pretty good, at least it's not fruitless." The headmaster turned around, and suddenly felt that he had never understood Cyrus, feeling a little depressed, "Your memory is the most chaotic I've ever seen... lend me the Pensieve is you!"

Before that, Cyrus had to sort out the memories in his mind well, at least to tear off the knotted balls of wool.

Dumbledore touched his crooked nose, as if thinking about something, and waited until Cyrus had moved the Pensieve to the Room of Requirement before he opened the drawer and took out a photo from it.

It was a picture of a girl with a bright smile, painted with developing potions, making her smile and wink at Dumbledore, full of comfort.

"The Time Converter actually has this function..." Armando pushed the monocle.

"But no, that night, the entire Department of Mysteries was destroyed." Dumbledore was full of disappointment, but then regained his energy, "but fortunately Tom gave me some reminders"

'Bang! '

The oak door of the principal's office was violently opened, and it was Grindelwald who came in. After he returned to his face, Amento stammered and pointed at Dumbledore...

"Albus!" He walked quickly to Dumbledore, as if to question, "Did you give it away?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..." The headmaster glanced at the portrait, and the headmasters backed away one after another, making room for them, "I gave too many presents, what does it have to do with you?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Grindelwald said with his hands behind his back, "Granger's little girl's clothes...how familiar to me..."

"I thought you'd understand"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, didn't speak, just sat quietly aside, staring at the fire in a daze.

"Let's compete one last time." He said suddenly, "I'm not willing... This time, let our students prove it!"