Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The picture shows a place that looks a bit old, and the bricks on the ground are all broken.

Cyrus' perspective was very low at the moment, as if he was lying on the ground and looking up. Following this gaze, he saw the ugly Pettigrew, and also saw the evil Voldemort.

He knew immediately that this was what Harry was seeing.

"Is it because Harry is in a violent mood swing at the moment, which affects me?" Cyrus thought with some suspicion.

If there was anything in him that was connected to Harry, it could only be a fragment of Voldemort's soul. In the original book, whenever Voldemort is in a violent mood swing, Harry can see what Voldemort sees.

Now it seemed like it was the other way around, with Cyrus taking over Harry's mind.

But what puzzled Cyrus was that even though he had already digested Voldemort's soul, this connection still existed for some reason. This was not a good sign. The mind and soul were the most secret places of a person.

Fortunately, Cyrus's Occlumency is very powerful and is enough to guard his own thinking and ensure that there will be no accidents.

At this moment, Cyrus firmly remembered the fleeting scene in his mind, refusing to let go of any detail.

"It looks somewhat similar to the Tower of Sen Balka." Cyrus frowned, but any ancient dungeon looked very different, and he couldn't tell Harry's location based on this alone.

"Too little information." Cyrus sighed.

Of course rescuing Harry was very urgent, but there was no way to find anyone. In this case, it is better to improve his strength first, to ensure that the last thing Cyrus has to face is the resurrected Voldemort!

Just as he was thinking about it, Cyrus suddenly felt something burning his skin!

At first he thought Voldemort was torturing Harry again, but the next moment he realized that the pain did not come from his soul, but really came from his body.

Something on my body is getting hot!

"Boom-"

In an instant, a golden coin popped out of Cyrus's pocket. It was hot and red, as if it had been roasted by flames. It rolled on the ground and almost smoked.

"Fake Galleons?"

This fake Galleon was made by Cyrus when he went to the principal's office. There were two of them, one of which was in Harry's hand. It was Harry who informed Cyrus at that time to ensure that Cyrus could go to the principal's office. Dumbledore fled before returning.

Now that Garleon was heating up again, Harry was obviously calling for help.

"This kid is quite smart..." Cyrus raised the corners of his lips in appreciation.

It's a pity that Harry's Transfiguration is not good enough, otherwise he could leave a message on the Galleons and tell Cyrus his location. Of course, it's also possible that Harry himself doesn't know where he is.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about this. Both Galleons were created by Cyrus using magic. This is equivalent to installing a locator. As long as Harry does not stop casting spells, Cyrus can sense the other one. Garonne's location!

but--

"I'm afraid it's not that safe for me to go find Voldemort by myself."

Cyrus was worried that he could not keep Voldemort alone, and that if Voldemort was forced to a desperate end, he might break the pot.

"Dumbledore is so free, why not find something for him to do." Cyrus thought, and touched the fake Galleons with his wand, and the Galleons immediately turned into a golden snitch, and its thin golden cicada wings quickly It shook, leaving only an afterimage.

"Let's go find Dumbledore!"

The golden snitch soared into the sky and disappeared instantly.

Cyrus watched the snitch leave and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I hope you like my Christmas present for you, Tom."

The ruins of the tower where Cyrus was located was in Hogsmeade, which was not very far away from Hogwarts. At the flying speed of the Golden Snitch, it took almost only twenty minutes to reach Hogwarts.

Dumbledore is still discussing with the professors how to find Harry.

Professor Flitwick wanted to try whether the Traces Charm could guide them, but Pettigrew was very cautious and erased his own footprints before leaving Hogwarts. The professors were at a loss, and McGonagall shed tears sadly.

"We really shouldn't let down our guard against Pettigrew. Sirius just returned to Harry. He is still looking forward to living with Sirius... Albus, you haven't told Sirius about this yet, right?" "

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head, the worry on his face flashed away.

Even if he didn't say it now, I'm afraid Sirius wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, and he might come to Hogwarts to spend Christmas with Harry in a while.

"I have used the Floo network to inform Alastor to go to Riddle House. If Voldemort takes Harry away, I think he might stay there."

Alastor was Moody, a very powerful Auror. If he were him, he would be able to determine whether there was anyone living there even if he was not close to Riddle House.

This is a very reasonable guess. In fact, if it were not for Cyrus, Voldemort would indeed use Riddle House as his temporary base camp. But ever since Sellers rebuilt Riddle House, he didn't like that place.

A place that is not entirely your own is ultimately unsafe.

Voldemort, on the other hand, now had better options.

"I hope Moody can bring some good news." Flitwick sighed.

But before he finished speaking, the golden snitch conjured by Cyrus had already arrived.

The Snitch swept through Snape's greasy black hair, hovered before the surprised gazes of the professors, and then unfolded.

"The Golden Snitch?"

The professors did not dare to act rashly against this golden snitch of unknown origin, but Dumbledore's eyes brightened. He stretched out his long, finger-bone-like wand and gently tapped the front end of the snitch.

The golden snitch immediately stopped flapping its wings and melted into a pool of golden liquid, flowing into words in mid-air.

"It seems someone found Harry before we did." Dumbledore said briskly.

Before McGonagall and others could realize who was tipping off the news, Snape had already thought of the person he met in Godric's Hollow not long ago, the person who said he and Harry were friends...

"Cyrus?" His lips opened slightly, and he let out a long question.

"But, how did he know..." Mag's eyebrows tightened more than ever. She still felt that Cyrus was not so trustworthy. They only discovered Harry's disappearance this morning. How did Cyrus learn about it?

"Albus, could this be a trap?"

She was worried that it was Cyrus who took Harry away, and this time she was also setting up a scheme to get Dumbledore to go to the appointment.

Everyone knew that Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort was afraid of. If something happened to Dumbledore, no one could stop Voldemort.

"I don't think so. Maybe someone reported it to him. Moreover, even if it is a trap, he must go." Dumbledore said without refusal.