"Hey, when did that snake disappear?"

Tonks moved faster than Cyrus, but she immediately noticed that the python, which had been too frightened to move, had escaped at some point.

She wanted to cast a flying spell, but was afraid of summoning all the snakes nearby, so she gave up.

"An entire afternoon has passed. Do you still expect a snake to stay where it is?" Cyrus said lightly.

Unable to find the snake, Dumbledore was at a loss as to what to do. He stayed at Riddle Mansion for a while, and most of the time he was admiring the exquisite and beautiful style of the new Riddle Mansion, as if he was not here to investigate but to visit.

After the sun had completely set, Dumbledore went to Gaunt's old house. He stayed there almost until late at night, looking at the magic curse that Cyrus had broken before for a long time. In the end, Cyrus didn't know whether he had figured out anything.

"Okay, Alastor, now that Riddle has left, I think we should go back." Dumbledore propped himself up and stood up.

"Did you find anything?" Moody asked.

"My only discovery is that I'm afraid the situation is more serious now than before." The seriousness on Dumbledore's face was not fake.

Riddle had apparently taken something from the Gaunt mansion, and that thing was one of the Horcruxes he had been looking for.

'Perhaps it was because I took the Horcrux away from him last time that he thought the location where the Horcrux was originally stored was not safe enough.' Dumbledore thought, if he missed this opportunity, it might be even more difficult to find clues to the Horcrux next time.

But he didn't feel that frustrated. Was it hard to not find the Horcrux? Anyway, it had been so many years and he had never found it. In the end, the crown from last semester was not found by him, but was carried by the other party himself.

What's more, perhaps this is an opportunity - an opportunity to verify the confusion in his heart.

"Well, Alastor, no matter what, I believe there is something more important waiting for us to do."

"What?"

"Of course I'm going to rest. It's late at night, I hope you can forgive me. Old people don't get much sleep. If I miss the time, I might miss the beautiful dream tonight."

Dumbledore left capriciously, leaving Moody standing there angrily. Tonks admired Dumbledore's behavior, which she thought was very "stylish".

As for Cyrus, he certainly didn't want to waste time on such a boring and ridiculous game of looking for himself. At this moment, he just wanted to go back to the Ministry of Magic and find the key to Vault No. 12.

But by this point the Ministry of Magic had already been closed.

"Since the clues are broken again, I wonder if we can go back?" Cyrus looked at Moody, "I don't plan to search in the wild day and night."

"You're also an Auror?" Moody glared at him angrily. "In my time, we fought day and night to eliminate the Death Eaters! Do you know how many people sacrificed their lives for this?"

"But without any clues, it would be a waste of time to stay here," Cyrus said. "Besides, I am the one in office now."

After saying that, Cyrus didn't care what Moody thought of him, and he cast Apparition and left without hesitation.

But in fact, he did not return to his own home, or Dawlish's home. Dawlish was not alone, he was married and had a pretty wife. Cyrus learned about it through Dawlish's memory, which was a trouble for Cyrus.

He can disguise himself as a person, but it is impossible for him to not reveal any flaws while living with someone day and night. It has nothing to do with the strength of his magic power, it's just that his habits are different.

At this moment, Cyrus appeared at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

There are many ways to enter the Ministry of Magic. Generally speaking, wizards enter through the public toilets by flushing, or directly use the Floo network to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. However, Cyrus naturally did not want to expose "Dawlish" to the Ministry of Magic so late at night, so he planned to enter through the guest entrance, and use his own face.

Everyone was searching for Tom Riddle, and at this time, it would be even more interesting if he broke into the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Cyrus could also try to contact some Death Eaters, and he knew the magic to summon Death Eaters, but he instinctively didn't want to get involved with those dirty guys.

The guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic looks very - to put it mildly, one could use the word "shabby" or even "desolate".

The most obvious one is of course the only telephone booth on this street.

It was red and very shabby - several panes of glass were missing, and behind it was a wall that was completely covered in graffiti.

Cyrus couldn't help but think of the luxury of the Magical Congress of the United States. It seemed that whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, the more ancient country of Britain had already inevitably declined, but the wizarding world, thanks to the existence of Dumbledore, held up the last rays of the sun.

Cyrus opened the door of the phone booth, and the inside was even more dilapidated than the outside. The phone was hanging there crookedly, and the phone cord seemed to have been pulled out by someone, almost separating from the phone booth.

He put the phone to his ear and turned his finger on the dial.

It was hard to believe that at the end of the 20th century, we could still see this kind of rotary telephone. Cyrus had only seen this kind of telephone in "Doraemon" in his previous life, and it was an old version.

"Let me think... 6..." He dialed the number, "2... 4, 4... 2..."

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice rang out in the phone booth, but the voice did not come from the microphone in Cyrus's hand. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and what you are here for."

"Cyrus, I'm here to get something." Cyrus said softly.

"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please take the badge and pin it on the front of your clothes."

Cyrus saw a badge slide out of the metal chute that normally ejected coins. He picked it up and saw that there was writing on it: Cyrus, come and get something.

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked at the security desk and have your wand registered. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall."

The floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and the sidewalk outside the glass window rose higher and higher, and the dilapidated streets and dump trucks disappeared. Finally, Cyrus's head was dark and he could not see anything. With a monotonous and harsh friction sound, he arrived deep in the Ministry of Magic.

This was all much easier than Cyrus had imagined.

Of course, I believe no one would think that such a lunatic would dare to break into the Ministry of Magic alone, which is simply seeking death.

A thin beam of golden light shone on his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to Cyrus' body.

The light here was dimmer than during the day, and there was no fire in the fireplaces embedded in the walls. But when the elevator slowly stopped, Cyrus saw that on the dark peacock blue ceiling, there were many golden symbols constantly moving and changing.

"As you are visiting the Ministry at an unspecified time, your every move will be monitored by Aurors," the woman's voice said. "The Ministry hopes you enjoy your evening."

Cyrus: “Thank you.”

The door of the phone booth flew open, and Cyrus walked out as if strolling in the garden.

The huge golden fountain in the main hall emitted an incessant sound of water, and shining jets of water spurted from the tips of wizards' wands, from the arrows of centaurs, from the tips of goblins' hats, and from the ears of house-elfs, falling into the nearby pools.

The main hall of the Ministry of Magic looks magnificent and very exquisite, but this exquisiteness is very different from the style of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. It looks more conservative and more conventional.

The wand registration area not far away was empty. Several Aurors on duty at the Ministry of Magic had been waiting in the main hall when Cyrus made the call.

So, Cyrus was greeted by five glowing wands!

"Good evening, Aurors."

(End of this chapter)