During the time that Cyrus was in the Room of Requirement, Hogwarts welcomed the first Quidditch game of the school year.

Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world, and almost every game is attended by all the teachers and students in the school. Cyrus is not very interested in Quidditch, and he has experienced it once before, and his enthusiasm has been exhausted.

But he could use today to conduct a thorough search of Hogwarts! The weather has been very cold these days, and after Sirius's case was overturned, the Ministry of Magic did not return the Dementors to Azkaban. Because there is still a criminal who occasionally causes trouble on the run, and Pettigrew has replaced Sirius and become the target of pursuit.

However, the Dementors near Hogwarts were taken away, and after Sirius's unjust case was solved, everyone thought that no one would hurt Harry Potter again. Peter Pettigrew might have this idea, but no one thought he had the courage to return to Hogwarts.

The game hasn't started yet, but the atmosphere on the field is already very hot.

Under the thick leaden clouds, the shouts were getting louder and louder. Cyrus was looking at the Quidditch pitch from a long distance away through the gray window. His eyesight allowed him to see the situation on the field clearly.

Dumbledore sat firmly on the high platform, Sirius and Snape were fighting endlessly in the professor's seat, and the gentle Lupin acted as a moderator between the two of them. Of course, Snape didn't care about that, he was like a poisonous snake spraying venom wantonly.

Almost no one was blind enough to come and persuade them to be more harmonious. To Snape, Lupin and Sirius were his enemies who almost killed him; and to Sirius, the prank he played back then might have been a bit too much, but he should not forget Snape's identity -

He was once a Death Eater, and was already a Death Eater reserve when he was in school. After graduation, Snape became a very capable subordinate of Voldemort, and many people died at Snape's hands.

From this perspective, Sirius only regretted not killing Snape when he was in school.

The clouds were rolling, and it seemed that a cold rain was about to fall.

However, Cyrus knew very well that the rain would not dampen the enthusiasm of the young wizards. Even Snape attached great importance to the Quidditch game.

Cyrus walked slowly through the castle. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to use his original appearance. The statues in the castle were still there, and Filch was still patrolling. At this moment, he cast an illusion spell on himself to ensure that no one would discover his trace.

Even Mrs. Lorris didn't smell any scent on him when she passed by him.

After his identity was discovered by Sirius in Hogsmeade, Cyrus also attached great importance to smell.

"Where might the Knowledge Pavilion be located?"

As a key building used to protect ancient magic, Cyrus didn't think that the Pavilion of Knowledge would be in an unremarkable corner.

Perhaps there is a secret room in the castle that is unknown to the public?

Speaking of the Chamber of Secrets, Cyrus first thought of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, but he didn't think the Chamber of Secrets would be in the Chamber of Secrets. Opening the door to the Chamber of Secrets requires Parseltongue, but the four guardians don't have this ability.

Another special room is the Room of Requirement.

Before he knew it, Cyrus was walking on the corridor on the eighth floor, passing under the tapestry of a giant beating Barnabas with a stick. He suddenly stopped.

"Can the Room of Requirement bring me to the Pavilion of Knowledge?"

As the most magical room in Hogwarts, the Room of Requirement is much more magical than Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. And the Room of Requirement does not live up to its name at all. It is a room where thoughts will always have an impact. It has given great help to Harry, Draco and even Voldemort.

It was also here that Cyrus completed the refining of the Philosopher's Stone last year.

"Since the location of the Pavilion of Knowledge is inside Hogwarts, then the Room of Requirement may be able to reach that location directly."

Cyrus hesitated for a few seconds. The gold Galleon in his pocket felt like it had been roasted in fire, almost burning his skin.

"It will probably take some time for Dumbledore to walk from the first floor to the eighth floor. I can try first!"

Cyrus returned to his starting position and began to walk with his eyes closed:

"Give me the Seeking Knowledge Pavilion."

"Give me the Seeking Knowledge Pavilion."

"Give me the Seeking Knowledge Pavilion."

He walked back and forth three times, and a wooden door immediately appeared on the empty wall. Cyrus felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. However, he did not think much about it and pushed the door open and walked in.

Cyrus pushed open the familiar-looking door and walked into a dark space.

Rows of bookshelves stood side by side, standing up like the walls of a maze in the darkness.

"library?"

Cyrus is very familiar with this place.

In his memory, Tom Riddle often gained knowledge in the library, and last year Cyrus would also hang out in the restricted books area from time to time.

"Because the library fits the meaning of seeking knowledge, the library is opened?" Cyrus was a little confused.

It was impossible for Cyrus to have mastered all the magical knowledge in the library, but compared to these magics, he was more concerned about ancient magic.

It’s not that the magic here is useless, in fact it’s quite the opposite. There are many very old books in the Hogwarts Library, but the magic books here are vast, and most of them are modern magic documents collected in the past hundred years.

"It seems that the Room of Requirement is not omnipotent. It is probably unlikely to find the Pavilion of Knowledge by this method." Cyrus thought about it and planned to leave from here.

But when he was about to step out of the library door, he stopped.

Maybe the Knowledge Pavilion is located in the library?

Perhaps the Room of Requirement did not misinterpret the meaning of the Pavilion of Knowledge and mistakenly brought Cyrus here, but the Pavilion of Knowledge itself is hidden somewhere in the library?

He turned around and looked at the rows of bookshelves in the dim library. They were like giants guarding the knowledge of magic.

"If there is any place in the library that hides secrets, it can only be the restricted area!" Cyrus' eyes lit up, and he walked towards the restricted area without hesitation. The isolation magic of the restricted area was useless to him, and it was easier for him to go to the restricted area than to go home! The library of Hogwarts is very large, and a traceless extension spell has been cast inside. Thousands of years of books are gathered here. In the vast sea of ​​books, anyone will be shocked by the knowledge itself.

Cyrus walked around, walked up and down several stairs, and finally came to a wall. Without thinking too much, he immediately waved his wand.

"The true form is revealed!"

The power of ancient magic spread, and the wall in front of Cyrus turned into an illusion and collapsed instantly.

A blue-gray arch appeared before Cyrus' eyes.

Passing through the blue-gray archway, Cyrus stepped onto an ancient, dilapidated yet magnificent road.

The smooth road is now a little broken. Cyrus can't tell whether it is the power of time or the intentional work of the guardian, but the golden decorations on the edge of the road are still gorgeous.

He continued to walk inside, and now it seemed as if he had come to a place that had nothing to do with Hogwarts. The dim but warm tones of the castle became deserted, and apart from the road under his feet, there were no signs of decoration on the dome. The gray cave was wide and lonely, and his footsteps continued to echo in the cave, and no one knew where they were going.

"Silently."

He cast a spell to erase all the sounds from himself.

In fact, his footsteps were already very light, but in this empty cave, the slightest sound would be infinitely amplified.

He crossed several narrow stone bridges and square venues along the way. These venues seemed to be dueling arenas, with broken stone guardians scattered in every corner. They were killed by magic, and Cyrus recognized it as the Killing Curse at a glance.

He immediately frowned and his heart sank.

The magic power of the spell has not dissipated yet, and the spell was released not long ago. This means that someone found the Seeking Knowledge Pavilion before Cyrus!

Who could it be?

The mysteries of the Pavilion of Knowledge and ancient magic have not been cracked for hundreds of years, and Cyrus couldn't think of anyone else who could find this place.

And it happened at this point! "There's only one person I can think of who can deal with several stone statues and cast a killing curse."

However, no matter who was standing in front of Cyrus, he was ready to fight! He held his wand tightly and continued forward.

After turning several corners, Cyrus once again came to a room where the meditation basin was stored. This room was much smaller than the secret library, and the ground did not look like water, so there were probably no other unnecessary mechanisms.

But there is a bigger trouble.

A short body slowly lifted the old and ugly head from the meditation basin. His eyes were very special, the whites of his eyes were black and his pupils looked like they were dripping with blood.

This was a face that was both strange and familiar to Cyrus. It was the first time they met, but Cyrus recognized him at first sight.

"Fairy, Lanlock?"

How could this ghost from a hundred years ago appear here?

When they were in Vault No. 12, Rookwood did say that a goblin had once reached the deepest part of the vault, but they did not tell each other the secret of ancient magic, and they also activated defensive magic.

Cyrus thought that Lanlock had died at the hands of the giant stone statue, but he didn't expect that the other party was still alive?

wrong!

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, his golden gaze was like the sun shining through the darkness!

There's something wrong with this Lanlock.

He didn't seem to be really alive, but was on the border between life and death. He looked like he had run out of energy long ago, but this shriveled body was forced to come back to life for other reasons.

"I'm glad you're not that stupid yet." "Lanlock" grinned like a beast.

"Voldemort?!"

Cyrus understood now.

It seems that Voldemort may have possessed Lanlock, but where did he find such a ghost from more than a hundred years ago? As a magical creature, goblins can live for more than a hundred years. Cyrus was not surprised. In fact, these greedy blood-sucking insects can usually live for more than two hundred years. But Cyrus did not expect that Voldemort could find Lanlock's body after he had been missing for more than a hundred years.

Moreover, given Voldemort’s current state, he can’t possess anyone he wants.

Just like Cyrus in the diary at that time, he first had to make others open their hearts to him completely and be willing to expose the most vulnerable part of their hearts before he could possess the other person's body.

Cyrus didn't think that someone like Lanlock would willingly submit to Voldemort.

"I said I would come back, Cyrus." Lanlock, or Voldemort, grinned. He was wearing heavy armor and holding an ancient book between his gray and cracked nails. The moment he saw Cyrus, the book disappeared as if it had automatically performed an apparition.

After a brief moment of surprise, Cyrus immediately came to his senses and said sarcastically:

"You said you were coming back, so you're going to stand in front of me in this pathetic posture?"

He wanted to know how Voldemort found Lanlock's body, and the disappeared book was obviously very important. It was very likely that it recorded the knowledge of ancient magic, but now it fell into Voldemort's hands.

Gotta get that book back!

Cyrus narrowed his eyes and stared at Voldemort. His muscles under his robe were tense and his wand was ready to be pulled out at any time. As long as the opponent showed any flaw, Cyrus would attack without hesitation!

“Yes, indeed.” Voldemort did not break his defense this time. He probably felt that he should show some of his composure and grace as a real person, so he said frankly, “I have to say this is really a shame. A dignified Dark Lord can only rely on a lowly goblin. But it’s much better than when I was in Albania, isn’t it?”

He reached out and knocked on the silver-black armor that was as rugged as the bone spurs of a fire dragon, and said, "But you have to admit that even this ugliest and most despicable race has its merits. They have the ability to cast spells, and can create a set of armor like this that can enhance magic power!"

Before he could finish his words, Voldemort struck first.

He raised his hand, and the armor on his body flashed a bloody light!

A black magic attack was immediately released from his palm.

It looked like a cloud of black fog, but within the black fog there was a flash of ominous blood.

Cyrus drew out his wand without hesitation, and with a flick of his wrist, he immediately shot out a spell, dispersing the black mist.

Voldemort did not continue to attack, as if he was just demonstrating his current power to Cyrus.

"More importantly, this goblin is different. He can see the ancient magic-" Voldemort raised his ugly chin, paused, his face full of smugness, "How do they say it-'echoes'."

"I have to thank you, Cyrus. If you hadn't killed the wizard's body in Gringotts, I wouldn't have found this container after escaping." Voldemort said softly.

For more than a hundred years, Lanlock's body seemed to have been lying in a corner of the underground cave of Gringotts. He was not dead, but he had lost consciousness. This made it easy for Voldemort to control this body and also get the other party's memory.

Now, Voldemort also got the ticket to ancient magic. As long as he did some magic experiments when he was resurrected, he could transfer Lanlock's ancient magic talent to himself.

By then, Dumbledore would not be his match.

Of course, Voldemort now has another question he wants to ask Cyrus.

"Tell me, what did you do with my Horcrux?"

Although Voldemort had tried his best to appear calm, his tone was a little hurried and his pupils shrank when he talked about the Horcruxes. After discovering that the golden cup was missing, Voldemort immediately went to check his Horcruxes, and the result was obvious: they were all gone.

He didn't go looking for the crown, but now he didn't hold out any hope.

"You stole my things. I think Dumbledore should have taught you that you shouldn't do this, right?"

Cyrus: ???

"You're such a jokester, Tom." Cyrus was almost amused by Voldemort. "Among those Horcruxes, which one belongs to you, except the diary and the ring?"

"Those are my Horcruxes! They are fragments of my soul!" Voldemort looked at Cyrus fiercely, "You are not going to destroy them? You won't do that? It will do you no good."

"Who knows? Not everyone does things just for the sake of profit. Maybe I'm just interested for a moment..." Cyrus said playfully.

It was fun to tease a Dark Lord.

"How about we exchange? I can tell you that I have two Horcruxes in my hands right now - hand over the book and I can give you the ring."

Cyrus made an offer that Voldemort could not refuse.

But in fact, Cyrus was just trying to get something for nothing. The soul fragments in the ring had been devoured by him. Now the ring was just an empty shell, a broken container, and was completely useless.

If he could exchange the ring with Voldemort, he would win as a pure blood! But to Cyrus's surprise, Voldemort refused.

In fact, Voldemort was a little surprised, as he thought Cyrus might have three Horcruxes.

Could it be that the Diadem was still in the Room of Requirement? Voldemort's mind became active.

If the crown was still there, then he actually had nothing to worry about. Even if there was only one Horcrux left, it would guarantee his immortality. Didn't he make so many Horcruxes just to deal with this situation? "You're too confused, Cyrus." He laughed easily.

"Kill you, and both the ring and the golden cup will be mine!"

Thanks to Kopcn for the 100-point tip, thank you boss!

Tomorrow is the beginning of the month. If nothing unexpected happens, I should add more chapters, but how much I can add will depend on how much I can write.

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