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

The Potter family was wealthy, but the house was not very big. But then again, wizards didn't need to build a big house unless they wanted to look impressive.

It can be imagined that this room must have been cast with the Traceless Extension Spell, but since the caster is dead, the power of the spell has disappeared.

But along the way, Cyrus felt a little disappointed. Most of the Potter family's books or other magical items were gone. Perhaps they were taken away by the Ministry of Magic, or put into the Potter family's vault by Dumbledore.

He walked for a long time and found only a few nests of vixens and a ghoul. The thing was huddled in the attic, and when Cyrus walked towards the room that was blown up by the spell, it tried to jump out to scare Cyrus.

The result was naturally that he was turned into charcoal by a lightning bolt from Cyrus.

The room looked much the same as before. Harry's crib from childhood was still in the middle of the room, but now it was covered in dust.

Cyrus could almost imagine the scene of that year, the devil came uninvited, killed Harry's father James in the living room, and then came to this room, Lily protected Harry and begged him to spare her child's 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-Lived.

Everything in this room is dead.

Cyrus was not just referring to death in terms of life, but also death in terms of magic. The things that were destroyed in this house could no longer be restored by magic, and the damage caused by the Killing Curse was impossible to reverse.

He walked around the room and accidentally kicked a broken photo frame. He bent down and picked it up. The glass on the frame was broken and the photo inside was missing.

Finally, he found the missing photo in a corner, but it was only two-thirds of the photo. There was only the part where James Potter was holding Harry, and Lily's figure was torn off.

Cyrus knew without hesitation that this was Snape's work. No one else could do such a thing.

But what about other things? Is there nothing else worth noting here? Didn't Lily Potter's research on the ancient magic leave behind something valuable? Cyrus held the wand, his eyes emitting a faint golden light in the dark night. In his sight, the dilapidated house was flashing with blue fluorescence everywhere, which was the trace left by the spell back then.

But it's just a trace.

He picked up the wand and drew an "R" shape in the air: "Reveal your true form!"

His magic instantly enveloped the entire room, revealing all the confusion.

But the spell didn't work.

Cyrus stood at a corner of the blown-away ceiling and looked out from the gap. He saw vibrant ivy had already invaded through the gap.

He is thinking.

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

If there is no magic here, then where did it go? It is not difficult to guess. A person immediately appeared in Cyrus's mind.

Dumbledore.

If anyone in the world knows the "love" spell best, it's Dumbledore. In fact, many of his plans are based on the premise that the spell is still effective 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 know anything about this spell.

He knew that Voldemort could not hurt Harry, and that the spell needed to be maintained by blood. He even predicted that Voldemort would choose to use Harry's blood to revive after his first setback, because only in this way could Voldemort be free from the influence of the spell.

Cyrus knew Dumbledore's wisdom, but he knew too much about the spell, and he was just short of casting the spell himself. This can't be explained by wisdom alone.

But wisdom is not a tree without roots, it needs soil to make it sprout.

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

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

Now that I think about it, since Dumbledore mentioned that Lily used ancient magic to defeat Voldemort at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he could naturally ensure that Cyrus could not obtain ancient magic from here.

After all, Cyrus was the person he was on guard against. How could he possibly send such a dangerous force to his face? After figuring this out, Cyrus knew that there was no need for him to stay here any longer. However, he still looked for something else worth remembering, planning to give it to Harry at Christmas.

Like some old things that had belonged to his parents (most of which had been taken away by Snape), or a small toddler version of the broomstick he had ridden.

It wasn't a very valuable 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 is obviously the body of a goblin.

But the soul within has become Voldemort.

Thick black fog enveloped the goblin's body, leaving only its scarlet eyes.

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

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

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

Although he had given one of his Horcruxes to Bella for safekeeping, it was a Horcrux after all, and he couldn't just hand it over and leave it alone. He knew the cup was in the vault, but now the vault had been stolen! The treasure inside was missing.

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

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

Voldemort didn't understand why Cyrus stole the Horcrux. Until now, Voldemort still believed that Cyrus was another self resurrected from the Horcrux. Since they were both himself, he wouldn't destroy the Horcrux, right? Or? Voldemort had a bad idea in his mind.

"Does he intend to resurrect the souls in all the Horcruxes?"

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

But what happens after Dumbledore is defeated?

Will they be at peace? Voldemort knows himself better than anyone else. If he allows so many Horcruxes to be resurrected, where will he be? "We must get all the Horcruxes back!" His blood-red eyes flashed. It might not be so easy to get back the Horcruxes that were stolen. What's more important now is to see if there are any problems with the remaining Horcruxes.

"Who's there?"

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded from behind Voldemort, interrupting his thoughts. 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 was stunned when he saw Voldemort's face clearly.

"Who are you……"

Voldemort had already extended his slender and sharp index finger and pointed it at the opponent's forehead! "Soul out of the body!"

Thanks to Kopcn for the 100-point reward, I am dead and Jiumi Zhenlong for the 500-point reward, and I am about to receive the 600-point reward from the praise brothers 　　 　 (end of this chapter)