Chapter 145 Voldemort: My Horcrux Is Gone?

After Cyrus ended his conversation with Hermione, he paid no more attention to it. He believed that Hermione could handle the matter. Besides, overturning the case for Sirius cannot be done in a day or two.

He walked softly and slowly up to the second floor of Potter's house.

The Potter family was very wealthy, but this house was not very large. But then again, apart from deliberately trying to look grand, a wizard doesn't need to build a big house.

It is conceivable that the Traceless Stretch Spell must have been cast in this room, but because the caster has died, the power of the spell has also disappeared.

But along the way, Sellers felt a little disappointed. Most of the Potters' collection of books or other magical objects were gone. Perhaps it was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, or perhaps it was taken into the Potter family's vault by Dumbledore.

He walked for a long time, and in addition to several nests of vixens, he only found one ghoul. This thing was huddled in the attic. When Cyrus walked towards the room that was blown away by the curse, it tried to Jump out and scare Cyrus.

The result was naturally chopped into charcoal by a bolt of lightning from Cyrus.

The facilities in this room look the same as before. Harry's childhood crib still stood in the center of the room, but it was already covered in dust.

Cyrus could almost imagine the scene back then. The devil came uninvited and killed Harry's father James in the living room. Then he came to this room. Lily protected Harry and begged him to let his child go. One life.

But the devil has no mercy.

As a result, the ancient magic that Lily Potter had studied took effect because of her strong love, and the killing curse released by Voldemort was rebounded, blowing up the entire room, including his own body and even his soul!

The only one left alive was the boy who survived.

Everything in this room is "dead".

Cyrus was referring not only to physical death, but also to magical death. The damage in this house cannot be restored with magic, and the damage caused by the Killing Curse is impossible to reverse.

He walked around the room and accidentally kicked a broken picture frame at his feet. He bent down and picked it up. The glass on the picture frame was broken and the photos inside were missing.

Finally, he found the missing photo in a corner, only two-thirds of it. It only showed James Potter holding Harry, while Lily's figure was torn away.

Cyrus didn't need to think twice to know that this was Snape's handiwork. No one but him could do such a thing.

But beyond that?

Isn't there something else worth noting here?

Didn't Lily Potter's research on that ancient magic leave something of value?

Cyrus held the wand, his eyes emitting a faint golden light in the dark night. In his sight, blue fluorescent lights were flashing everywhere in the damaged house. This was the trace left by the spell back then. .

But only traces.

He picked up his wand and drew an "R" shape in the air:

"The true form is revealed!"

His magic instantly enveloped the entire room, making all confusion appear.

But the spell didn't work.

Sellers stood at the corner of the blown-out ceiling and looked out from the gap. Vibrant ivy had invaded through the gap.

He is thinking.

Judging from Fudge's words, Lily's research on love magic was at least not kept in the Ministry of Magic, otherwise he would not have asked such questions in the hospital.

If it's not here, then where did that magic go?

It’s not hard to guess. A person immediately appeared in Cyrus’ mind——

Dumbledore.

If anyone in the world knows the "love" spell best, it is naturally Dumbledore. In fact, many of his plans were based on the premise that the spell was still working on Harry.

Why did Dumbledore know so much about this magic?

You know, even Voldemort, the unlucky guy who was killed by magic, didn't understand this spell at all.

He knew that Voldemort could not hurt Harry, and he also knew that the spell needed to be maintained by blood ties. It was even predicted that Voldemort would definitely choose to use Harry's blood to resurrect him after his first setback, because only in this way could Voldemort be exempted from the influence of the spell.

Cyrus knew Dumbledore's wisdom, but he knew too much about that spell, and he almost didn't cast it himself. This is something more than wisdom can explain.

Voldemort's talent in magic was no worse than that of Dumbledore. He had personally experienced the power of that spell. In the dark jungle of Albaria, when he was inhabiting the bodies of those humble snakes and rats, wouldn't he Do you want to think about why you have ended up like this?

But wisdom is not a tree without roots. It needs soil to encourage it to sprout.

Voldemort didn't understand the power and principle of that spell until Quirrell died.

"If Lily Potter really left any records, I'm afraid they are all in Dumbledore's hands now." Cyrus guessed.

Thinking about it now, since Dumbledore mentioned the fact that Lily used ancient magic to defeat Voldemort at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, he was naturally able to ensure that Cyrus could not obtain the ancient magic from here.

After all, Cyrus was the person he was guarding against. How could he bring such a dangerous power to his eyes?

After thinking this through, Cyrus knew that there was no need for him to stay here any longer. However, he still looked for other memorable things to give to Harry at Christmas.

For example, some old items that his parents had used (most of Lily's things were taken away by Snape), or a small flying broom that he had ridden before.

This was indeed not a precious gift, but he thought Harry might like it.

——

"He took the gold cup!"

In the underground cave of Gringotts, a short figure stood. He was bloated, and the width of his shoulders was almost longer than his height.

This was obviously the body of a goblin.

But the soul inside had become Voldemort.

The thick black fog enveloped the goblin's body, leaving only scarlet eyes.

After abandoning the body of the dark wizard, Voldemort accidentally discovered the body of this goblin. This creature was obviously lowly to him, but Voldemort had nothing to complain about at this moment.

In order to survive, he possessed rats and snakes. In comparison, goblins can at least be called "humans", and at least they have magic in their bodies.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the Lestrange family's vault. Looking at the vault door that had been blown to pieces, Voldemort's face was extremely gloomy.

Although he gave one of his Horcruxes to Bella for safekeeping, it was a Horcrux after all, and he couldn't just hand it over and ignore it. He knew that the golden cup was in the vault, but now the vault was stolen!

The treasure inside was missing.

This robbery was obviously purposeful. There were so many vaults, and too many doors were blown up, but only this one was looted.

"Cyrus! What on earth do you want to do?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with fire.

Voldemort didn't understand why Cyrus stole the Horcruxes. Until now, Voldemort still believed that Cyrus was another self resurrected from the Horcruxes. Since they were all himself, he wouldn't destroy the Horcruxes, right?

Or?

Voldemort had a bad idea in his mind.

"Is he planning to revive the souls in all the Horcruxes?"

This was an idea that even Voldemort thought was extremely crazy. He had currently made five Horcruxes (he didn't know that Harry was also a Horcrux). If the souls in these Horcruxes were resurrected, there would be six Voldemorts in the world!

Six Voldemorts, it sounds good, even Dumbledore, then he wouldn't be afraid.

But what about after defeating Dumbledore?

Will they be at peace?

Voldemort knows himself better than anyone else. If he really resurrects so many Horcruxes, where will he be?

"We must get all the Horcruxes back!" His blood-red pupils flashed. It might not be so easy to get back the Horcruxes that were stolen. Now it was more important to see if there were any problems with the remaining Horcruxes.

"Who is there?"

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded from behind Voldemort, interrupting Voldemort's thinking. He turned around and found that the other party was a goblin dressed as a miner, obviously one of the members who came to repair Gringotts.

The goblin approached cautiously, but after seeing Voldemort's face clearly at this moment, he was immediately stunned.

"You are..."

And Voldemort had already stretched out his slender and sharp index finger and pointed it at the other party's eyebrows!

"Soul out of the body!"

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