Every night, when he lifted his sleeves, the pattern that had long been like an ordinary tattoo seemed to come alive again, with black snakes running through the eye sockets of the corpse! But it seemed to be just his illusion. Looking again, the mark was the same as usual, no different from any other day in the past twelve years.

"Maybe I'm just being overly suspicious?"

Lucius couldn't help but guess, but the Death Eater remnants who were as worried as him never let go of their worries. Now, even if they saw the phantom, they were still terrified! But the mark was just painful, but it didn't send out any summons.

"Don't worry. We already know that the master is still alive and he has forgiven our mistakes." Lucius comforted the worried Narcissa, and the "master" he mentioned naturally referred to Cyrus.

"Do you really think he and the mysterious man are the same person?" Narcissa said tremblingly. She had witnessed the horror of Voldemort with her own eyes. That man, no, he could not be called a human being. He was more like a monster!

That monster was cruel, bloody, and violent. With what Draco had done before, he would have been killed several times! "They may be related, but they are definitely not the same person!" Narcissa looked at Lucius with horror. She didn't believe that her husband hadn't noticed this yet.

In fact, Lucius had naturally discovered it a long time ago.

But for him, it didn't matter whether Cyrus was Voldemort or not. He just wanted to be the county magistrate's wife. As for who the county magistrate was, Lucius didn't care.

"I only know that he is closely related to the diary that the Dark Lord gave me. Even if the Dark Lord comes to hold me accountable in the end, I will still have something to say." Lucius is not a fool. This is the fallback he prepared for himself, a fallback that allows him to turn against his allies at any time.

Of course, he also understood that even if there was this way, the Dark Lord would not easily forgive him, but when the time came, he would not care about the slightest punishment.

"Then why do you want to take the risk?" Narcissa didn't understand.

"Because whether it's the Dark Lord or Cyrus, it makes no difference to us!" Lucius explained, "We can't resist him, and look at what we can get by following him! A more noble status than we have now!"

Power and profit are the devils that lure people into the abyss! "What's more, Cyrus may not be an opponent of the Dark Lord." Lucius pondered, "We just need to watch and not make a move too early. But we can do something for the master first."

This master refers to Voldemort.

Lucius thought about it and decided to contact his "old friends". He believed that those pure-bloods who betrayed their "friends" or were eager to distance themselves from the Death Eaters must be in the same mood as him.

In any case, they should do something now to make up for the mistakes they made.

So he wrote two letters. —— "Lucius's Dark Mark began to hurt?" Cyrus looked down at the letter brought by the owl and pondered for a moment.

Although Voldemort has not yet summoned his old subordinates, the changes in the Dark Mark now seem to be announcing his return. He wants to give some confidence to those who are loyal to him in advance, to deter those wavering fence-sitters, and to bring enough fear to those traitors who have completely betrayed him!

"This Lucius is quite interesting. He openly started to contact his former Death Eaters to stir up trouble to show his loyalty to Voldemort, but secretly wrote to me to let me know. It seems like he is playing both sides."

But this has always been the character of the Malfoy family, and Cyrus doesn't find it strange at all.

"Voldemort has made such a fuss. Could it be that he has found a chance to resurrect?" Cyrus wondered doubtfully.

At this time, Newt came over and he folded the letter in a leisurely manner. Although it was to prevent Newt from seeing the contents of the letter, his calmness did not annoy him. If he hurriedly put the letter away, it would easily cause resentment.

"I've got a letter from a friend, so I'm afraid I have to go," Cyrus said hello.

Newt immediately showed a regretful expression on his face. Cyrus stayed with him for several days and got along very well with him. Cyrus inherited Tom Riddle's way of dealing with people and could get along with anyone happily.

He is also very knowledgeable and has a deep understanding of magical animals.

In addition, Cyrus also used Nagini to narrow the age gap between him and Newt, and they had a very good relationship. Tina also liked Cyrus very much, and she regretted that there were no one or two girls in her family, otherwise she would have arranged a marriage for Cyrus.

"I see the environment in your box is pretty good, do you want to take a few magical creatures with you?" Newt said with a smile.

There were actually some magical animals in his own box that he didn't intend to keep but to release. It would be great if Cyrus was willing to take them in.

"That's great." Cyrus naturally wouldn't refuse. The blood magic in the bodies of magical animals seemed to have the same origin as ancient magic. The more there were, the better it would be for his research.

The batch of magical animals they had rescued from poachers before were now kept in his box. Although there were many species, the number was not large. Now with the generous gift from Uncle Newt, Cyrus' experimental subjects suddenly increased.

As for taking care of magical creatures, it wouldn't be a problem either, Dobby would be at his service.

Cyrus had no psychological burden for ordering Dobby to do things, but he still gave him some wages, although not much, but enough to make him grateful. So much so that Dobby would take the initiative to share the magic of the house elves with him.

However, his current research focus is still on obscurity.

He performed a soul surgery, stitching together the "negative emotions" taken out of the Obscurus and the soul of Voldemort in the crown. After Voldemort's soul devoured the emotions, it immediately grew stronger and waited eagerly for Cyrus to continue feeding it.

The Voldemort in the crown was the first one Cyrus was familiar with. The soul inside was fooled by Cyrus and never doubted Cyrus, and it was obvious that he had a rebellious nature.

Now his thought is: "If your diary can be resurrected, why can't my crown be resurrected?"

However, he had no ill will towards Cyrus. In other words, he accepted any fragment of Voldemort's soul. He even proposed to Cyrus to resurrect all the Horcruxes!

Cyrus naturally rejected him.

It's just a crown, and it's just the food that Cyrus prepared for him. Do you still want to be resurrected?

Cyrus intends to use the soul in the crown as a carrier to help him bear the impact of those "negative emotions".

"The Ravenclaw crown can make a person's mind clear and rational, and it can prevent my soul from being affected by emotions to the greatest extent."

After Cyrus and Newt said goodbye, he wrote a letter to Lucius to explain the situation. Voldemort is making such a big move now, I am afraid he has found a way to revive, and the day of his resurrection is probably not far away.

The guy really tried to hide himself, and Cyrus couldn't find him.

Now that Voldemort is about to be resurrected, the situation of the Malfoy family may not be very good. Cyrus does not object to Lucius's current idea, but he reminds Lucius to choose who to serve as soon as possible.

Cyrus understood Lucius's difficulties, but that didn't mean he could tolerate a person being two-faced.

After finishing his reply, Cyrus headed straight for Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was still working at his desk on a plan for the Triwizard Tournament when he suddenly heard a knock on his window. He looked up and saw Cyrus sitting on the windowsill with one foot against the window sill, looking back.

"I thought you would come over on the day of the Quidditch match. I've prepared everything for you." Dumbledore said this, but still got up and opened the window. He was a little curious about what made Cyrus so impatient.

"I don't know if Severus told you, but Lucius told me today that the Dark Mark on his arm started to cause occasional pain." Cyrus jumped down from the window lightly and walked past Dumbledore leisurely. When he passed by Fawkes, he stretched out his finger to tease his beak.

The headmasters on the wall watched Cyrus leaning familiarly and generously on the chair where Dumbledore originally sat, but they were angry but dared not say a word.

"Are you telling the truth?" Dumbledore's face stiffened a little.

"It seems that your double agent is not so obedient?" Cyrus joked, but still nodded and expressed his thoughts, "Voldemort is using this method to remind those who betrayed him that he must be absolutely sure that he can be resurrected, and in the near future!"

Cyrus' golden eyes met Dumbledore's blue eyes. Both of them were very serious at this moment, like bluestone in the cold winter wind.

“I think it’s this school year!”

"But, Harry—" Dumbledore opened his mouth and then closed it again.

"You mean he needs Harry's blood, right?" Cyrus asked. "If we follow the Horcrux resurrection ritual, the spell is not strict. Voldemort has many enemies, including you, me, Harry, and the tens of thousands of wizards who are hostile to him."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Dumbledore shook his head. "He will definitely use Harry's blood to resurrect, otherwise he will never be able to hurt Harry's life."

"That depends on how much he values ​​Harry," said Cyrus.

According to the original book, Voldemort would have taken Harry very seriously, or rather, he took the prophecy very seriously. But now, compared to the ordinary Harry Potter, Cyrus might be more of a concern to Voldemort.

If Voldemort wanted to go against Cyrus, he didn't need to get Cyrus' blood. He just needed to find the blood of an enemy at random to resurrect himself.

"No, he will choose Harry, just like he chose Harry that night twelve years ago." Dumbledore said firmly.

Cyrus didn't even know that he believed in fate so much.

"Maybe, but no matter what, I can't delay any longer." Cyrus looked at Fitzgerald on the wall.

The witch nodded to him and said slowly: "Let's begin, but I have to remind you that my trial is different from the previous two. What you are about to face is - the god of death!"

"Is that why you said the password was 'The last thing to be destroyed is death'?" Cyrus looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Dumbledore blinked and smiled: "I think after this trial, you will understand why I am better than Tom Riddle back then."

"I already knew that." Cyrus looked at the bone-like wand in Dumbledore's hand, "Deathly Hallows."

Cyrus suddenly opened his palm, and a small, black object appeared in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore seemed to be struck by something. He looked at the prismatic obsidian in Cyrus's hand and breathed as heavily as a wild horse! He couldn't help but raise his hand. It seemed that he could no longer see anything except the black stone. He was like a moth flying into a flame, and took a big step towards the black sun in Cyrus's hand.

For a moment, Cyrus almost thought that he was going to pounce on him and snatch the Resurrection Stone from his hand.

But Dumbledore didn't do it in the end.

He just looked at the Resurrection Stone in Cyrus' hand with his eyes as calm and sad as a lake, as if he was looking at his past desires, regrets and infinite love.

"You probably can't imagine how long I have been pursuing it, just because of a fairy tale." Dumbledore's voice was choked with sobs.

"But you should also understand that fairy tales don't have a good ending." Cyrus clenched his fingertips, like a flower closing its petals and holding the pistil in it.

"The Elder Wand is not invincible, the Resurrection Stone cannot bring back the dead, and even the cloak cannot deceive the eyes of death forever. After all, the cloak cannot even deceive you."

"you are right."

Dumbledore sighed. Once the sudden impulse subsided, he seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. He was just like a ball of fire that suddenly rose up, but now he was like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

"Resurrection from the dead may not be impossible, Dumbledore." Cyrus opened his golden eyes in the darkness.

His eyes were like fire.

Use the Resurrection Stone to summon souls, use the Philosopher's Stone to recast flesh and blood, use the Elder Wand as a trigger to perform ancient magic and irrigate it with human emotions. In theory, a person can be completely resurrected.

Cyrus hasn't tried it, but it's very feasible.

But Dumbledore shook his head.

"We shouldn't play with the dead, Cyrus, even if you have the ability to do so."

He seemed to be admonishing Cyrus, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Life is precious because we only have one life, and death—" He paused, as if he was completely relieved.

“It was just an adventure.”

Thanks to Maoxuan for the 532-point reward, thank you boss!

I think it's better to change the update time to six o'clock so that everyone can watch it after get off work. Ten o'clock seems too late.

Also, let me talk about the pendant. I want to strengthen Voldemort, otherwise this boss is too lame and boring.

Spoiler alert: there will be a plot in the future where the Death Eaters will escape from prison and discover two Dark Lords.

(End of this chapter)