Uncle Newt seemed to have PTSD. When he saw Cyrus, his body began to tremble, as if he was suddenly back in the night in Paris.

The man with combed white hair held a wand with distinct joints, his eyes were full of contempt and disgust, and the blue flame burned through the sky and the earth.

Even Cyrus himself was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "Of course I know that Dumbledore's favorite student now is Harry Potter, and - do I look that much like Grindelwald?"

Newt was in a trance for a moment, the shadow of Grindelwald in front of him became blurry, and then Cyrus's figure became clear. Only then did he realize that Cyrus and Grindelwald looked different. Although they were both handsome, Grindelwald's temperament was more eccentric. More importantly, Grindelwald hated him.

However, he still felt that the person in front of him looked very familiar and dangerous.

Newt turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly, his eyes looking worriedly at the dark wizards he was following.

"Don't worry, they can't see here now." Cyrus said softly.

Before walking over, he cast a Safe Guard, forming a protective barrier that was invisible from the other side, just like the Leaky Cauldron is invisible to Muggles. This spell also works on wizards.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Before Cyrus answered, Tina frowned. She clenched her wand and made a gesture as if she was ready to fight at any time.

"Tom Riddle?! A criminal wanted by the Ministry of Magic!"

Cyrus's "evil deeds" are naturally too numerous to list, including the attack on the secret room, escaping from Azkaban, bombing the Scottish coast, and robbing Gringotts...

Tina naturally had an impression of such a dangerous person.

When he heard the name, Newt subconsciously wanted to open the suitcase.

"You are too nervous, Mr. Scamander." Cyrus pressed his palm down, and the suitcase in Newt's hand suddenly slipped out of his hand, and then slid a little further away under Cyrus's waving gesture.

"I mean no harm." Cyrus said sincerely.

"Yeah, I see." Newt stared at the suitcase that was pushed away by Cyrus. Cyrus' wandless spellcasting made the memories that he had finally forgotten come flooding back. Needless to say, without the suitcase, he and Tina together would probably not be a match for this young-looking wizard.

"So, Mr. Riddle, what do you want from me?" Newt had seen a lot of things. He didn't know that the name "Tom Riddle" belonged to the Dark Lord. Even if he knew it, he wouldn't be afraid.

"For your animal friends." Cyrus was always very frank.

Lies are the disguise of the weak to cover themselves up. When a person lies, no matter how powerful he is or how high his status is, he is in a weak position, so he cannot achieve his goal without lies.

Cyrus doesn't need any of that now.

Hearing this, although Newt's expression didn't change much, his eyes already showed a hint of alienation and disgust.

He has always regarded the magical animals he raises as family and friends, but most wizards in this world only use them as tools or magical materials. Of course, Newt is not opposed to using some things from magical animals to make potions or do something else.

Make the best use of everything. Even wizards themselves will add some things from their own bodies, such as blood and hair, when making potions.

It’s just that too many dark wizards don’t care about the life or death of magical animals when obtaining magical materials from them. They bleed them in large quantities, dig out their hearts, and even use magical animals for magical experiments, causing their deaths.

He obviously thought Cyrus was the same kind of person.

But in fact, Cyrus took good care of the two dragons in his box. He rarely used them for any magic experiments, and at most he would cut a small piece of dragon skin the size of a palm. For a dragon, this small injury would only take an hour to heal.

It’s a pity that the fire dragon in the underground vault of Gringotts is already old and has experienced a dangerous battle, and is now a little exhausted.

"Magical creatures are not your property, sir. I will not allow you to hurt them!" Newt's attitude was very tough. Although he knew that he might not be a match for Cyrus, he did not think of giving in.

Besides, even though he can’t win, his animal friends are no pushovers!

Cyrus glanced at the inconspicuous suitcase. There were countless 5X-level magical animals in it. Once all of them went out of control, even Cyrus might not be able to deal with it all at once unless a large-scale destructive spell was used directly.

This box alone probably has enough power to bring down a country's Ministry of Magic.

Who knows how many dragons or thunderbirds are inside? "It seems you have misunderstood me, but I'll explain it later." Cyrus pushed the suitcase back and looked behind Newt, "The poachers have already started to act."

Newt took the box and turned his head to take a look. Sure enough, he saw a wizard with a veil on his face walking towards him. This man was most likely one of the buyers of these smuggled magical animals.

"I hope he can lead us to the place where the poachers keep the magical animals." Newt didn't bother to communicate with Cyrus. He subconsciously half-crouched down to hide himself.

However, what made him feel helpless was that the wizards on both sides were very cautious and spoke in very low voices, so he could not hear what they were saying at all.

"Listen carefully."

Cyrus cast a spell, and then a hoarse voice came through.

"Where is what I want?!" The voice was obviously lowered on purpose, and the buyer had no intention of revealing his identity.

"What you want is a horned camel. I can't hold it in my hands. It's all on the boat. It's not safe to dock." The poacher chuckled.

"Take me there!" the wizard was impatient.

"Don't worry. Three thousand Galleons. I want to collect fifteen hundred first." The poacher grinned. The wizard was obviously not very happy.

He didn't care and continued, "It's not easy to catch that big guy. Its skin is harder than that of a fire dragon. Its horn even pierced the stomach of one of our team members. If it weren't for the sufficient amount of white mulberry essence - Of course, you won't bear these losses."

"Hmph, here are two thousand Galleons!"

The dark wizard threw a bag over unhappily. The poacher took the bag, showed no trust at all, and immediately threw it to his subordinates for inspection.

They not only wanted to check the quantity, but also to see if the Galleons were genuine. They had seen examples of counterfeit currency being used to pass off inferior goods as genuine ones.

“It’s all true.”

After verifying the authenticity of the items, the poachers did not raise the price. They have been in this business for quite a long time and are not like some people who have no rules.

"Come on." He waved his hand, led the dark wizard into the crowd, and disappeared in an instant.

Almost ten minutes later, Newt came out. Just as he was about to take out the trace powder to track, Cyrus just waved his wand.

"The trail is now open."

Golden footprints flashed before their eyes, extending towards a remote path.

"Come on, Mr. Scamander."

Then, regardless of Newt and Tina's reactions, he just followed the footprints.

The footprints extended all the way to an empty and protruding sea cliff and then disappeared. Cyrus, Newt and Tina stood on the edge of the cliff together. The view here was good, but they could not find any poachers.

"Apparate?"

"No, it should be the portkey." Cyrus could feel that the magical fluctuations left in the air were somewhat different from the Apparition.

Although both are teleportation spells, portkeys are very strictly controlled because they are more stable and can teleport over longer distances, even across continents.

"Smuggling magical creatures and illegally making portkeys, I don't think it's enough to sentence them even if they lose their lives and property." Tina shook her head helplessly, but to be honest, it's very common for poachers to make portkeys, you can't expect them to use the Floo Network in an orderly manner.

She looked at Newt calmly as if she remembered something and asked, "How did you get to America back then?"

"I bought the ticket." Newt said unnaturally. He had done a lot of illegal things, especially when he was almost sentenced to death by the Magical Congress of the United States. These past events were simply unbearable to watch. "It seems that their cargo ship is probably far away."

Portkeys were no harder to track than Apparitions, but that wasn't a problem for Cyrus.

He closed his eyes and felt the distortion of space, and the next moment he had found the place.

"They must have jumped several times in the middle to catch me."

As he spoke, before Newt could react, Cyrus had already taken the initiative to grab his arm. Tina quickly grabbed Newt's shoulders, her figure trembling: "You want to Apparate directly-"

Before he could finish his words, the three of them had been pulled into a long line, rolling up like a rubber band! "Snap!"

The space is closed. ——Albania , this is a nice place.

Voldemort almost regarded this place as his own lair, but there was nothing he could do about it. Apart from this place, he had nowhere else to go for the time being.

At this moment he was filled with hatred, cursing Cyrus and Dumbledore.

But he soon regained his composure.

The situation is not that bad. At least his current state proves that Cyrus did not destroy all of his Horcruxes. At least one was left. He also moved Riddle's body away in advance, and the resurrection potion was also being prepared. He was actually only one step away from resurrection.

Now, he needed an assistant! "Lucius?" A figure popped up in Voldemort's mind, but he quickly shook his head. Lucius was once a subordinate whom he had high hopes for, otherwise he would not have given his diary to him for safekeeping.

But the other party disappointed him greatly.

"He only clings to me when I'm in power. How could he listen to me when I'm in trouble?"

"Barti, Bella..." Voldemort recited the names of the two servants, but he felt helpless. Even among the Death Eaters who were as dirty and despicable as snakes and rats, there were people who were truly loyal to Voldemort.

Needless to say, Bella, Voldemort also opened his heart to Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty Crouch Jr. even knew that Voldemort was a half-blood and that he had inherited his Muggle father's lowly name. There were too many similarities between them, and Barty Jr.'s talent was amazing.

If Voldemort had not died unexpectedly and had not had time to make the last Horcrux, I'm afraid Voldemort would have given the Horcrux to him for safekeeping.

But now those who were truly loyal to him have been imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Jr. is already "dead"!

Should he continue to wait? Voldemort felt sad. If his enemy was only Dumbledore, he would not be too anxious, because based on his understanding of Dumbledore, Dumbledore would calmly accept his own death. Voldemort only needed to wait, and one day he would have the opportunity to make a comeback.

But Cyrus is obviously different from Dumbledore.

Voldemort was worried that if he resurrected too late or too slowly, Cyrus would have completely acquired the power of ancient magic. At that time, it would not be so easy to kill Cyrus.

But now, Voldemort was helpless.

He can only possess the body of a mouse or a snake and wait for an opportunity.

"What a pity. Although Pettigrew is a waste, he is still a helper after all..." He sighed, but at this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"I thought you might need a little help from me, Mr. Dark Lord."

A handsome young man stepped on the branches and walked towards Voldemort's voice with a happy look on his face.

At this moment, Voldemort, who was possessed by the runes, suddenly widened his eyes, and a thick black gas floated up, forming a human face in the air. He saw the young man walking towards him and was more shocked than ever before.

"I thought you were dead, Barty?"

"No, the person who died in prison was my mother. She saved me." Barty Crouch Jr. was not sad at all when talking about his mother. There was a flash of excitement in his eyes, and he even licked his dry lips quickly and uncontrollably.

"Since then, I have been locked up at home by my father. But sometimes I can get some news." He picked up the newspaper tremblingly, on which there was a wanted poster for "Tom Riddle".

"You told me about your past and your name, right? Since then I have tried every possible way to escape!" Little Batty said loudly.

"This person is an impostor, right?! You are still here!" There was madness in his eyes.

"Yeah, but he was resurrected before me."

"It's my honor that you can use my body!"

(End of this chapter)