Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

A few minutes ago, Cyrus closed the diary and brought Draco and his own thoughts back from the memory space.

"That's it for today, Draco."

Draco Malfoy breathed heavily and looked very tired.

"You have made great progress. I don't think even your father Lucius can do better than you in Occlumency." Cyrus praised him sincerely.

"Better than my dad?" This seemed to please Draco very much. He was surprised, delighted and a lot of disbelief.

"Much better than Lucius," Cyrus said with a smile. "He's just a little older than you, but you do better than him."

Perhaps it's because Draco never thought that one day he could be better than his father. You know, although he is favored in the Malfoy family, he actually has no say.

Lucius has always tried his best to maintain his father's image.

He looked majestic, unsmiling, tall and tall, and everything he did was considered a big deal in Draco's eyes, but he could only fight with that saint in school - Pretend to be a dementor to scare that boy, pretend to be a fangirl to write him a love letter to embarrass him, pretend to be injured and deal with a beast...

Thinking about it now, Draco felt ridiculous for his naivety and stupidity in the past.

But now, everything is different!

Cyrus said that he surpassed Lucius, and the Dark Lord gave him an extremely difficult task!

'He trusts me! '

These words kept echoing in Draco's mind. He could still remember that not long ago, the terrible Dark Lord actually found him and asked him to serve the Dark Lord.

Although he is afraid, of course he wants it!

——Achieve great things, this is what every ambitious Slytherin longs for.

At this moment, Draco lowered his head to accept Cyrus's praise, but his eyes were shining.

After being excited, Draco was of course nervous and fearful. It was not easy for him to attack Cyrus, but fortunately, the Dark Lord personally modified his memory so that he did not have to worry about being raped. Cyrus saw the flaw.

Facts have also proved that this memory is flawless. During the short period of time he practiced Occlumency, Cyrus did not find anything wrong.

Of course, Draco didn't find any opportunity to make a move against Cyrus.

And today, I'm afraid it's the last chance.

Thinking of this, Draco's breathing even became heavier. He held the wand in his hand, and his eyes would sweep over Cyrus's body every few seconds, looking for Cyrus's flaws.

Fate seemed to be favoring him.

Just when Draco was struggling to find a flaw, Cyrus actually offered to go for a walk with him.

"Would you like to go for a walk by the Black Lake together? I happened to have an appointment with Harry." Cyrus put his wand on the table. Draco noticed this immediately, and there was something in his palm. Sweating, but also realizing that my opportunity has finally come!

"certainly……"

Draco nodded vigorously.

So the two of them walked side by side. Along the way, Draco didn't do anything special, because the Ilvermorny students who passed by in the carriage from time to time came to say hello from a distance after seeing Cyrus, even if they were leaving. After getting out of the carriage, there were many Hogwarts students wandering around the Black Lake.

But today was not a day off, Draco could afford to wait.

And the two fire dragons are not here today either.

"By the way, Principal Cyrus, where is my aunt?" Draco seemed to want to prolong the time, so he took the initiative to find a topic and asked about Bella.

In fact, Bella has disappeared for a long time.

"She has her own things to be busy with." Cyrus said casually, " Beauxbatons and Durmstrang seemed to want to stop the game, but Dumbledore was very insistent. As one of the referees of the game , during this period she has to negotiate with the International Federation of Wizards on behalf of Ilvermorny."

In fact, the International Federation of Wizards also has some objections to continuing the competition.

The British Ministry of Magic collapsed, and everyone in London saw two black dragons fighting in the sky. This was already a very major magical accident.

If Uncle Newt hadn't been paying attention to the game from the beginning, and immediately led the Winged Demon and Thunderbird to cast a large-scale forgetting spell at the end of the second event, I don't know how far things would have gone!

Fortunately, British people don’t like to hold umbrellas.

"Beauxbatons and Durmstrang plan to terminate the game?" Draco asked doubtfully.

"Ms. Maxim seems to be quite critical of the current situation of the competition. In addition, the last warrior Fleur Delacour plans to abstain. Even if the cup continues, Beauxbatons will not be eligible to participate. For this reason, she proposed to Beauxbatons adds an additional champion, or quits and declares on behalf of Beauxbatons that he will never join the Contest again."

Cyrus explained to Draco.

On the other hand, Durmstrang’s Grindelwald’s motivations are actually quite obvious.

All Grindelwald wants is to change the prophecy.

Voldemort failed to kill Cyrus in the Department of Mysteries, so the prophecy is bound to happen again. But if the game is terminated, the future he sees will not become reality.

"Will the game be stopped?"

"Of course not." Cyrus laughed coldly, "Dumbledore and I both believe that Voldemort will personally participate in the third game. Otherwise, where do you think Beauxbatons' extra warrior came from? "

"You mean... You-Know-Who?" Draco asked cautiously, "But why is Beauxbatons related to You-Know-Who?"

"That's because the mysterious man has taken control of Beauxbatons. Do you think Ms. Maxim is the real Maxim?" Cyrus said, "His disguise is indeed not bad. At the beginning, neither Dumbledore nor I I realize something is wrong, but as time passes, there will be more flaws.”

When Cyrus said this, he seemed to glance at Draco intentionally or unintentionally.

Draco's mind was thinking a lot at this moment.

He was wondering if he would have been exposed long ago?

But no matter what, now is the best and last chance. He has successfully practiced Occlumency. Cyrus is not holding a wand. If he misses this opportunity, his mission may fail.

Looking at the sparkling black lake under the setting sun, Draco knew that he should give it a try now.

'It's easy, just cast a spell...'

He took a deep breath and kept telling himself in his mind that it was not difficult, so that his hands would not shake so much...

'He's not holding a wand, I'm going to make it! '

'No matter how powerful he is, it's useless without a wand, not to mention that I only need to cast a spell...'

'No, maybe I could kill him! '

Draco's eyes became fierce.