Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"I'm not Dumbledore's favorite student!"

Uncle Newt seemed to be suffering from PTSD. He started shaking as soon as he saw Cyrus, as if he was suddenly transported back to the night in Paris.

The man with combed white hair held the wand with sharp joints, his eyes were contemptuous and disgusting, and the blue flames burned all over the sky and the earth.

Even Cyrus himself was stunned for a moment, and then blinked: "Of course I know that Dumbledore's favorite student now is Harry Potter, and - Grindelwald and I look so similar. looks like?"

Newt was in a trance for a moment. The shadow of Grindelwald in front of him became blurry, and then Cyrus' figure became clear. Only then did he realize that Cyrus and Grindelwald looked different. Although they were both handsome, Grindelwald's temperament is even more perverse, and more importantly, Grindelwald hates him.

However, he still felt that the person in front of him looked very familiar and dangerous.

Newt tilted his head in embarrassment, looking worriedly at the dark wizards he was following.

"Don't worry, they can't see here now." Cyrus said softly.

Before walking over, he cast a safe ward, forming a protective barrier that was invisible from the other side. Just like the Leaky Cauldron was invisible to Muggles, this spell also had an effect on wizards.

"Sorry, are you?"

Before Cyrus could answer, Tina's brows furrowed. She tightened her wand and made a gesture ready to fight.

"Tom Riddle?! A criminal wanted by the Ministry of Magic!"

Cyrus's "evil deeds" are of course too numerous to list, including secret room attacks, Azkaban prison escapes, bombing of the Scottish coast, and the robbery of Gringotts...

Tina naturally has an impression of such a dangerous person.

When he heard the name, Newt subconsciously wanted to open the suitcase.

"You are too nervous, Mr. Scamander." Cyrus pressed his palm down, and the suitcase in Newt's hand suddenly fell away, and then slid slightly further away under Cyrus's waving gesture. .

"I don't mean any harm," Cyrus said sincerely.

"Yes, I can see it." Newt looked at the suitcase pushed away by Cyrus. Cyrus's wandless spell made the memories he had finally forgotten come back to him again. Needless to think, there was no such thing. The suitcase, he and Tina together may not be a match for this young-looking wizard.

"Then, Mr. Riddle, what do you want from me?" After all, Newt was used to big storms. He didn't know that the name "Tom Riddle" belonged to the Dark Lord. Even if he knew, he wouldn't necessarily be afraid.

"For your animal friends." Cyrus has always been very honest.

Lies are a disguise used by the weak to hide themselves. When a person lies, no matter how powerful he is or how high his status is, he is in a weak position, so that he cannot achieve his goal without using lies.

Cyrus doesn't need this now.

Hearing this, although Newt's expression didn't change much, his eyes showed some alienation and disgust.

He has always regarded the magical animals he raised as family and friends, but most wizards in the world only use them as tools or magic materials. Of course, Newt is not opposed to using some things from magical animals to make potions or other things.

To make the best use of everything, even the wizard himself will add some things from his own body when making potions, such as blood and hair.

It’s just that too many dark wizards do not care about the life and death of the animals when obtaining magical materials from magical animals. They bleed a large amount of blood, dig out the heart, and even use magical animals to conduct magic experiments, causing them to die——

He clearly regarded Cyrus as such.

But in fact, Cyrus raised the two fire dragons in his box very well. They rarely use them for any magic experiments. At most, they cut off a small piece of dragon skin as big as a palm. This small injury only takes an hour for the fire dragon to heal.

It's a pity that the fire dragon in the underground vault of Gringotts is already very old and has experienced a dangerous battle. Now it is somewhat exhausted.

"Magical beasts are not yours, sir. I will not allow you to harm them!" Newt's attitude was very tough. Although he knew that he might not be Cyrus's opponent, he never thought of surrendering.

Besides, although he can't beat him, his animal friends are not vegetarians!

Cyrus glanced at the inconspicuous suitcase. There were countless 5X level magical animals in it. Once they all went wild, unless a large-scale destructive spell was directly used, even Cyrus might be able to deal with it at once. No.

This box alone may have the combat power to collapse a country's Ministry of Magic.

Who knows how many fire dragons or thunderbirds there are?

"It seems you have misunderstood me, but let's explain it later." Cyrus pushed the suitcase back and looked behind Newt, "Those poachers have already started to take action."

Newt took the box, turned around and took a look, and sure enough he saw a wizard with a veil coming over. This person was probably one of the buyers of this batch of smuggled magical animals.

"I hope he can lead us to the place where poachers keep magical animals." Newt did not bother to communicate with Cyrus and subconsciously squatted down to hide himself.

But what made him feel helpless was that the wizards on both sides were very cautious and spoke very softly. He could not hear the other party's communication at all.

"Put your ears in and listen."

Cyrus cast a spell, and then a hoarse voice came through.

"Where's the thing I want?!" The voice was obviously lowered on purpose, and the buyer didn't intend to reveal his identity.

"What you want is a horned camel. I can't hold it in my hands. It's on the boat. It's not safe to dock." The poacher chuckled.

"Take me there!" The wizard was impatient.

"Don't worry, three thousand galleons, I want to collect fifteen hundred first." The poacher grinned, and the wizard was obviously not happy.

He didn't care and continued, "It's not that easy to catch that big guy. Their skin is harder than that of a fire dragon. The horn even pierced the stomach of one of our team members. If Bai Xianjing hadn't been enough, ——Of course, these losses will not be borne by you.”

"Humph, here are two thousand Galleons!"

The dark wizard threw a bag unhappily. The poacher took the bag without showing any trust and immediately threw it to his subordinates for inspection.

Not only did they want to check whether the quantity was correct, but they also wanted to see if the galleons were genuine. They have seen examples of using fake currency to pass it off as good quality.

"It's all true."

After checking the authenticity, the poachers did not sit back and raise the price. They have been doing this business for a long time, but they are not as unruly as some people.

"Come on." He waved, leading the dark wizard into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace.

In Cyrus's eyes, he could clearly see that their appearance was constantly changing. It was very likely that they would pass by another person and look completely different the next moment.