Chapter 51: Chapter 51: The Inheritor
[Let's say - If that man is caught...if everything stops...]
[What do you mean? ] Dippet stood up from his chair as he spoke, his voice a bit harsh, [Riddle, are you saying you know something about these attacks? ]
[No, sir. ] Riddle said quickly.
Dippet sat back, looking slightly disappointed.
[You can go now, Tom...]
Riddle slid out of his chair and trudged out of the room.
Several people followed.
They descended the spiral staircase and emerged from the monstrous gargoyles in the darkening corridor. Riddle stopped and they stopped, all staring at him.
Cyrus had a very strange feeling. Although he had watched this memory countless times, this was the first time that he had brought others to watch it. Especially since the owner of the memory looks exactly like him now.
In the memory, Riddle was thinking seriously, biting his lip, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead.
Then, he seemed to suddenly make up his mind and hurried away, followed quietly by several people.
Along the way, they saw no one. Finally, they came to the foyer, where a tall wizard greeted Riddle on the marble stairs.
[What are you doing, Tom? Why are you still wandering around so late? ]
"It's Dumbledore!"
Ron stared at the wizard dumbfounded.
He was none other than Dumbledore, who was fifty years younger.
This is a very strange feeling as if they are traveling in time, the gray world seems to be the color of time, and they are going upstream.
"I never thought I could meet such a young Dumbledore," Harry said dully.
The Dumbledore of fifty years ago was different from the Dumbledore of today. At that time, he had long flowing auburn hair and a long beard, and his cheeks were not as old as they are now.
However, perhaps due to the gray filter of this memory, Harry felt that he looked a little too sad as if he had walked out of a wet rain.
He didn't know what sad things Dumbledore had experienced at that time, but it seemed that the old man was already discouraged. What kept him alive was not hope, but more like punishment.
Cyrus knew it very well.
Fifty years ago, at this time, Grindelwald was still carrying out their plans around the world, the vow they made until death as young boys, but they had already drifted apart. In a few years, people would be cheering for the day he lost his love.
In this way, Harry and Dumbledore are also very similar.
But Ginny remembered the night she met Dumbledore in her night out, and it seemed that there was no difference between it and now.
Even if his appearance was somewhat different, the thing that remained unchanged about Dumbledore was his eyes that could see through people's hearts.
[I just had to see the Headmaster, Professor. ] Riddle said.
[Okay, now please return to bed. ] Dumbledore said, staring at Riddle with the penetrating gaze that Harry was very familiar with, [It's best not to wander in the corridors these days. Since it's already...]
He sighed heavily, said good night to Riddle, and strode away. Riddle watched him walk out of sight, then quickly walked up the stone steps leading to the underground classroom.
However, Riddle did not lead them to a secret passage or a secret tunnel, but to the underground classroom where Snape took Potion lessons.
The torch was not lit, so when Riddle pushed the door almost shut, Harry could only see Riddle standing motionless in the doorway, staring at the passage outside.
They stayed there for at least an hour.
Cyrus could tell that Ron was getting a little impatient. Because they could only see Riddle's figure standing at the door, peeking out from the crack of the door, waiting like a sculpture.
"Don't worry, the person who opened the secret room was hiding here with the monsters he raised." Cyrus' words made them calm down.
Just when their patience was about to run out, there was movement outside the door.
Someone was walking quietly in the passage. They heard the man walking past the underground classroom where Riddle was hiding. Riddle was as silent as a shadow, sidled through the crack in the door, and followed.
Cyrus led them over.
They heard a door creak open and someone whisper in a husky voice.
[Come... come out, come up here... come... come to the box...]
"Is this the heir? This person's voice seems a bit familiar." Hermione frowned and said.
They saw the dark figure of a large boy squatting in front of an open door. There was a large box beside the door.
Soon they knew why they felt familiar, especially after the dispute between Riddle and Hagrid in their memories——
[Good evening, Rubeus. ] Riddle said sternly.
[It's over,] he said, [I have to turn you in, Rubeus. They are discussing about closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop. ]
[I know you didn't mean to harm anyone. But monsters are not ideal pets. I guess you just let them out and move around, so--]
[It definitely didn't harm anyone! ] The big boy said, taking a few steps back and leaning against the closed door. Harry could hear a strange rustling and clicking sound coming from behind him.
Riddle moved closer, [The parents of the dead girl will be here tomorrow. Hogwarts can at least ensure that the thing that killed their daughter is killed...]
[No! It didn't kill anyone ] The boy yelled, his voice echoing in the dim passage, [It won't! And never will! ]
[Get out of the way. ] Riddle said, pulling out his wand.
This move immediately made Harry and others nervous. They were looking forward to seeing a wonderful duel, but they were also worried about Riddle's safety.
Riddle's spell illuminated the corridor with a sudden burst of fire. It also lit up the huge boy's face.
"It's Hagrid!" The young wizards shouted in surprise, but they were unwilling to believe it was true. "How could it be Hagrid?"
The memory did not stop because of their surprise.
Riddle's spell knocked Hagrid into the opposite wall, popping open the door behind him.
A huge, hairy, low body flew out so fast that it was almost hard to see what it looked like!
Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late. The creature fled, knocking him to the ground, then dashed down the corridor and disappeared.
Ginny and Hermione were both frightened, but Cyrus knew that Riddle had deliberately let the Acromantula escape. A person killed by an Acromantula looks completely different from a person killed by a Basilisk.
Riddle stumbled to his feet and looked after it; he raised his wand, but Hagrid rushed at him, seized the wand, and knocked him to the ground again, shouting:
[No--! ]
Hagrid's rough voice shattered Riddle's memory.
Cyrus stood in the dark space with several young wizards and fell into silence. They seem to have not been able to get over the "truth" they just saw.
After a long time, Hermione frowned and excused her friend:
"Mr. Riddle, could it be that you have found the wrong person?"
"He may not mean it, but you also know that he has a soft spot for huge monsters," Cyrus said, trying his best to take Hagrid's good personality out of the conversation and focus their attention on the monsters. , "The monster escaped at that time, and now someone may have brought it back."
"But -" Harry opened his mouth. He wanted to defend Hagrid, but he knew that Cyrus was telling the truth.
When they were at Hogwarts last year, Hagrid had tried to raise a fire dragon in his cabin, and the big three-headed dog he called "Fluffy" was something they couldn't forget for a long time.
Back then, when Hagrid was still a teenager if he heard that there was a monster hiding somewhere in the castle, Harry knew that he would definitely try his best to see it.
'Hagrid probably thought it was outrageous to keep the beast imprisoned for so long and that it should be given a chance to stretch its legs'
Harry could even imagine thirteen-year-old Hagrid wanting to put a leash and collar on the beast and make it his pet.
But Harry also believed that Hagrid would never intentionally kill anyone.
"I'm afraid that's the truth. Ron, do you still remember the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them you lent me?" Ginny asked, "The Ministry of Magic labels the most dangerous creatures, and there was your note- 'Or whatever Hagrid likes'."
Ron tried to change his perspective.
"You sound a lot like Percy - after all, who told you to tell on Hagrid?" he grumbled.
"But the monster killed someone, Ron." Cyrus pretended to be helpless and said, "I know Hagrid is your friend and he is a good person, so Dumbledore is willing to vouch for him. But he has some issues. Really... I can't just sit back and watch more attacks happen.
"The attacks have stopped since Hagrid was kicked out. If they close Hogwarts, then I'll be back in a Muggle orphanage. I'm sure you'll understand that I have a legitimate reason to want to be here. The original…"
Of course, Harry understood.
Several people were silent. After a long silence, Hermione hesitantly asked the most difficult question: "Look, should we ask Hagrid about these things?"
"Wow, then should we go to him and then simply ask him?," said Ron. "Hello, Hagrid, tell us, have you let any wild, furry things out of the castle recently?"
"You think he'll tell us?"
"..."
So they decided not to say anything.
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Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Casting spells without a wand
The truth seems to have been revealed, but it has become another unspeakable secret. Ginny and the Golden trio's hearts were heavy and they were a little out of breath.
Except for Cyrus.
He returned to the Slytherin common room, intending to find a solitary time to continue planning the attack.
'I remember that the fourth and fifth attacks happened almost at the same time, and it was because of these two attacks that the school was almost closed. ' Cyrus thought.
It's not the time to close the school yet, it must be done step by step to make them think that the situation is not too serious, and it is best to let Dumbledore leave the school smoothly.
At that time, it will be much more convenient.
"We still need to keep in touch with Lucius."
Cyrus muttered to himself, sitting alone on the sofa in the common room and crossing his legs.
After a while, a tall and strong man came over. From a distance, he looked like a huge green Troll.
"Malfoy-" Marcus Flint frowned, "Why are you still here? Go to practice Quidditch! If we win the game with Ravenclaw, then we still have to play."
Slytherin lost to Gryffindor in the Quidditch match last semester.
At that time, they had the most advanced brooms and had an absolute advantage.
However, Malfoy was too busy taunting Harry, forgetting that he was still competing, and missed the opportunity to get the Golden Snitch first.
After that incident, Marcus Flint was very dissatisfied with Malfoy.
But who doesn't know that Draco's father is the school director, and Slytherin's broom was donated by his family? Even if you are dissatisfied, you can only endure it.
According to the schedule system, each house actually has to compete with the other three houses. The final victory is actually calculated based on the points scored during the game. They have lost a game with Gryffindor. If they beat Ravenclaw by 300 points, they still have a chance to enter the finals.
In fact, their chances of winning are very high, and the gap between brooms is difficult to close.
The problem is that since losing to Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy seems to have lost interest in Quidditch. Although he was still training, he was not devoted at all.
Seeing the most important Seeker in the team had this attitude, other players inevitably began to slack off.
With such an attitude, it is really difficult to win!
Therefore, when Marcus saw Malfoy doing nothing, he immediately asked him to go for practice.
"Malfoy! I made an exception by letting you be the seeker, not just to lose!" He strode up to Cyrus, his angry face like a twisted gorilla, "Because of you, everybody says that the quality of the team's seeker is much lower than that of other teams! And we can't beat the other teams by more than 150 before the Golden Snitch appears, do you understand?"
"If you still have this attitude! I will definitely kick you out of the team!"
Marcus became more and more agitated thinking of all those things as he spoke, and finally even stretched out his finger to poke Cyrus in the chest.
This pissed off Cyrus.
Slap!
Cyrus coldly slapped Marcus' hand away.
"Don't point your fingers at me, Marcus Flint. Or do you want me to hang you from the ceiling?"
Not to mention that he doesn't like to be told what to do by others, Draco, the owner of this body, is still his "close friend"! How can he be bullied like this?
"How dare you humiliate me?!" Marcus's gorilla face immediately turned red.
He felt humiliated. Ever since the incident at the Duel Club, everyone knew that he was literally hung up and beaten by a freshman, so he received a lot of ridicule.
Of course, in response to this ridicule, he naturally used brute force to shut up those people!
But now, the little Draco Malfoy actually dares to open up his wounds and pour salt on it?
What about the Malfoys?
Flint is also one of the twenty-eight pureblood families!
"Looks like I'm going to teach you a lesson, Malfoy!"
He pulled out his wand angrily and said threateningly, "I'll make your face full of pockmarks and make your teeth look worse than that mudblood from Gryffindor. You remember her name right?"
Hearing this, Cyrus, who was a little angry previously, suddenly laughed.
It turns out that these evil little Slytherins are nothing more than that. The most evil way they can think of is just to make people pockmarked. It's really funny.
You know, just now Cyrus had planned to hang Marcus up first, then take off his pants and stuff his head into the toilet.
"Pfft.. Then do as you say."
"What--"
"Expelliarmus!" Cyrus didn't even take out his wand, but directly shot out a red light with his bare hands, knocking down Marcus's wand.
He casually took it and held the other person's wand in his hand.
The wand is made of blackthorn wood, and the core doesn't look like unicorn hair.
Cyrus flicked it slightly, and it felt much easier to use than Draco's awkward wand.
He thought the core of the wand might be a dragon's heartstrings or the nerves of a fire dragon.
then—
"Let's see how you look! Densaugeo!"
A curse immediately hit Marcus, and then his two front teeth began to grow crazily, turning his otherwise good gorilla face into a rabbit face.
It's a pity he did not look as cute as a rabbit.
The pain of teething surrounded Marcus. The protruding teeth stretched his mouth open, making it impossible for him to speak a word. All he could do was whimper.
In the common room, other people had already discovered this scene. They looked panicked and rushed out to find Snape.
Cyrus turned a blind eye, never taking such a skirmish to heart in the first place.
Instead, he mercilessly released a magic spell towards Marcus again.
This time, his face was like a blooming gypsophila, covered with dense black spots.
Marcus was rolling on the ground in pain.
"I hope you can learn your lesson and be more respectful to me next time." Cyrus no longer looked at Marcus and found a comfortable position to sit down on the sofa.
"Also, I won't be participating in Quidditch training, but I will be there during the game."
There is really no need to participate in Quidditch training. The Quidditch competition this semester will be canceled because of him anyway, but he does plan to participate in the competition. Although he has no interest in Quidditch, if he doesn't participate, wouldn't Draco be kicked out of the team?
He didn't want to make his "close friend" sad.
Not long after, Snape arrived with a gloomy expression.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Marcus Flint rolling on the ground. The other little wizards were frightened and surrounded the culprit sitting on the sofa.
Marcus Flint again?
First, he was hung from the ceiling by a first-year student, and now he was beaten and rolled all over the floor by Malfoy.
But Snape actually knew very well that although Marcus' grades were not very good, it was impossible to say that he was a waste.
Ginny Weasley beat him because she had "something wrong". But how could Draco Malfoy beat the other person like this?
He knew how much Draco Malfoy was capable of. Snape had taken great care of him since he entered Hogwarts. The purpose is to repay the kindness he received from Lucius for helping him back then.
Therefore, he knew better than anyone how much Draco weighed.
At best, he is on the same level as Potter, or even a little bit worse. He can actually defeat Flint?
He lowered his head and glanced at the embarrassed Marcus. After finding that the other man was fine, he immediately called two classmates to take him to Madam Pomfrey's office. Then he turned to question Cyrus.
"Mr. Malfoy, what have you done this time?"
"Nothing?" Cyrus spread his hands and looked directly into Snape's eyes, "I was sitting on the sofa this morning, and then Flint came over and asked me to go to training. I asked him not to point fingers at me, and he just Threatened to make my face pockmarked and my teeth to be as big as Miss Granger's.
"He was the one who threatened me first, Professor! That's why I hit him back in the same way. Using the 'Expelliarmus' you taught us in the dueling club last time."
"Have you learned it?"
Snape's tone contained a hint of surprise. He had only demonstrated the disarming spell once, but he didn't expect that someone actually learned it.
Cyrus nodded. He didn't boast that he could cast spells without a wand.
"Next time something like this happens, come to me directly!" He obviously knew that Cyrus was not lying. "Even though I promised your father to take care of you, don't cause trouble for me or..."
Hearing this, Cyrus immediately nodded obediently.
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