The moment he passed through the arch, Cyrus felt his body suddenly become light, as if the shackles of the flesh had disappeared, and only the light soul led him to move forward.

It was as if a lullaby sounded in his ears, lulling his consciousness to sleep.

He wanted to resist this force, but it seemed to be of no avail. Almost in an instant, he lost all consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he immediately found himself in a gray wasteland. He was lying quietly in the sand, with the invisibility cloak draped over him. The sand was blown by the wind, burying half of his body.

When he sat up, grains of sand fell.

"Is this the inside of the arch, the world of death?" Cyrus shook off the dust on his body, stood up, and looked around. It must be said that the scene here was very different from what he had imagined.

He thought that the world of death must be dark and horrible, with the ground scorched by terrible flames, white bones everywhere, and the air hot and humid, making it difficult to breathe.

Of course, dead people don't need to breathe.

But what was now unfolding before his eyes was completely different.

There was no terrible sight here, just a gray desert. There were colors here, but they were lighter and darker. He stood on the sand dune and looked around. The distant horizon was also gray, and the breeze carried tiny grains of sand past his feet like water waves.

"Is this the world of death?" He couldn't help but ask again.

He didn't see any scary monsters here, nor did he see the souls of the dead, nor did he see the legendary god of death.

So, how should he find Death?

Cyrus frowned, and the last magic eye that Grindelwald left him was also under the control of his magic, trying to find any unusual traces.

But he found nothing.

The power of the mortal world may not be so effective in the world of the dead. Even though Cyrus now possesses the most powerful magical power, he has to face a god.

"The power of the Elder Wand can prevent Death from defeating me in a head-on battle, but that doesn't mean I'm really more powerful than Death." Cyrus understood this very well.

The power of the Elder Wand came from the grant of the God of Death, and it did not allow Cyrus to truly defeat the God of Death. However, the God of Death had promised it that it was invincible, and it was impossible for him to break the oath.

Just like mortals can see through the magic of the invisibility cloak, but it is not until the third brother chooses to take off the cloak himself that the god of death can take him away.

Thinking of this, Cyrus subconsciously held it tighter.

But now, looking at the endless sea of ​​sand, he didn't even know which direction to go.

"There can't be nothing here. At least the god of death must be eager to get my soul!" Cyrus muttered to himself.

Thinking of this, he relaxed a little. Although he knew that once the god of death appeared, it would definitely mean danger, he had already prepared for anything.

So he tightened his cloak around himself, picked a direction at random and walked down.

He walked further and further away, and his figure became smaller and smaller. After a long time, he completely disappeared in the wind and sand.

On the other side, in the real world.

After a full day of classes, Ginny sat in the lounge, staring at the stove in a daze.

At this time, Harry, Hermione and the others came over. They were all a little upset during this period. The OWL exam made them feel extremely stressed, especially since a long time had passed in the semester and every professor repeatedly emphasized the importance of the exam.

In fact, they themselves know clearly how important this exam is, as it may very well affect their future choices.

"Professor Snape said that if we don't get an O in Potions class, we won't be able to join his advanced class next year." Hermione said worriedly. Among everyone, her grades were the best, but she was also the most anxious one.

"Come on, you can't fail to get an O." Ron said with an expression that said, "If you don't get an O, you'll be damned." "You're the top student in the whole year. If you can't get an O, then no one in Hogwarts will be able to get one."

In fact, based on the results of previous years, most of the top 20% of students can get an O.

"That's fine with me," Harry said. "I can live without his class."

He wasn't that interested in Potions class.

In fact, Harry's talent for potions is pretty good. Even though Snape targeted him so much, his potions grades were still good in the original book. But the most important thing for a good teacher is not only to improve students' grades, but more importantly, to cultivate students' interest in learning.

Clearly, Snape was doing a terrible job.

"But if you can't attend the advanced class, you can't take the Higher Wizarding Examination in your seventh year, and then you won't be able to become an Auror after graduation." Hermione always looks further ahead.

"Then don't be one." Similarly, Harry in this time and space was not so yearning to be an Auror.

At least until now, he hadn't seen any Auror perform well.

The person who should have attracted Harry the most was Barty Black Jr., who played Mad-Eye, but this time he had no chance from the beginning. In addition, Harry had never seen the Aurors assembled in the Order of the Phoenix.

So in his opinion, there didn't seem to be anything particularly attractive about Aurors.

"But you have to think about what you want to do in the future," Hermione said. "You can't just wait until you graduate and then graduate... Even if you plan to help Cyrus, you have to be good enough."

When she mentioned Cyrus, Ginny visibly twitched.

"I'd rather be like Dumbledore or Cyrus." Harry thought for a moment, "But I don't have their abilities. I guess... how about becoming a Quidditch player?"

"What?!" Hermione looked surprised.

In her opinion, being a Quidditch player was not a real ideal. She did not think that a player could be of any use to the world.

This is just fooling around and a waste of time.

"What's the point of flying around on a broom all day long?"

This obviously made both Harry and Ron very unhappy, but Harry did not get angry. Instead, he said, "It's very useful!"

"Because a lot of people care about Quidditch, it's very useful!" Harry was obviously not speaking rashly. "It's a very popular sport in the wizarding world. I dare say that at least 70% of wizards like Quidditch, and most of them are crazy about it."

"so what?"

"So, if Harry could become a Quidditch star, as famous as Krum, more people would like him." Ron added, "Those people would be in Harry's opinion. If he clearly expressed his support for Cyrus, then his fans would also be influenced by him."

"Well, even if what you said makes sense." Hermione slammed the tome on the table and put her hands on her hips. "What makes you a Quidditch star? Just because you are already in the fifth grade, but you have never won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup?"

Harry couldn't hold back his expression any more.

"It's not my fault, okay?"

"I win every time!" Harry tried to argue.

In fact, his talent for Quidditch is quite good, but every semester, there are always some unexpected situations that prevent Quidditch games from being held normally.

There is no chance in fifth grade either.

Because of Dumbledore's death, the school didn't seem to have any intention of holding Quidditch again. But Harry could understand that people of Professor McGonagall's age would always feel more sensitive to the departure of someone, not to mention that person was Dumbledore.

Even Harry wasn't really in the mood to play Quidditch right now.

He didn't really want to be a star, although that wouldn't be bad, but that wasn't his real idea. He just wanted to escape reality so that Hermione wouldn't always talk about the OWL exam and put pressure on him.

Sometimes he wondered, since he had defeated Voldemort, why did he still need to take the exam?

Exams, life, the future...

These seemed more terrifying than Voldemort and death! Thinking of death, he couldn't help but think of Cyrus.

"I don't know if Cyrus is ready to defeat Death now," he said. "We haven't contacted him for a few days, right?"

Harry's eyes swept across everyone and brought up Cyrus. They seemed to have been deliberately avoiding this topic during this period, otherwise all the conversations would always seem heavy.

They tell themselves not to worry, but it is impossible not to worry.

"I think we could write him a letter and have Hedwig deliver it."

"Forget it." Ginny finally raised her head. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked very depressed, as if she was back in her second year when she was possessed by Cyrus.

But at least at that time Cyrus still considered her health, but now, Ginny looked even more haggard.

"Ginny, how long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?!" Ron jumped up.

"I can't sleep," Ginny stroked her hair. Her flaming hair looked like it was about to go out. It was dry and dull, and the ends were split like a toothbrush that had been used for decades.

"I have nightmares whenever I close my eyes."

She pushed a small black book in front of Harry and the others.

"Tom Riddle's diary?" Harry recognized it immediately, and then he thought of something. "If you are so worried, why don't you ask him through the diary? Or is Cyrus ignoring you again?"

"I did ask," Ginny leaned back on the sofa tiredly. She wanted to explain, but couldn't speak. "Open it and take a look."

Harry seemed to realize something, even if he didn't, he could tell the seriousness of the matter from Ginny's expression! So he grabbed the diary with trembling hands, and he felt his palms were sticky, and the diary was as slippery as a loach, and it almost flew out.

It would be better to fly away.

He thought.

He no longer wanted to hear or see any bad news.

But Ginny looked as if the diary contained the obituary of Cyrus' death.

Hermione couldn't stand his slowness and snatched the diary from Harry's hand! At this time, she looked like a Gryffindor, and her impatient personality didn't allow her to wait any longer.

In fact, when Ginny took out the diary and indicated that something might happen, Hermione's heart was like a flame burning! She quickly opened the diary.

Then, she saw that it was filled with densely written greetings written in black feather pen, filled with Ginny's worries, and filled with every sentence, word and letter that Ginny had left on it in these days!

"He didn't respond at all?" Ron asked. He tried to think positively. "I think maybe he's too busy... And it's nothing. He often reads messages without replying before..."

But he soon ran out of words.

Because they all knew that the diary was not an ordinary book, it was a magic book.

But now, it has become like an ordinary book. You can leave marks on it by taking out any object.

"The magic above has failed..."

Hermione suddenly felt that the book became extremely heavy, so heavy that she couldn't even hold it and it fell to the ground.

At that moment, none of them spoke.

At what point does the magic left by a person lose its power?

Harry thought of Halloween, when he and Snape returned to his parents' home. There was a Fidelius Charm there, but after his parents were killed by Voldemort, the spell became ineffective.

"It's also possible that Cyrus removed it himself." Ron thought about it and spoke.

"Or maybe he went somewhere... and his magical power was cut off..." He made up some possibilities intermittently to make everything sound more like that.

He was not only comforting Harry and the others, but also comforting himself.

In fact, the relationship between Ron and Cyrus seems to be distant, but in fact, for Ron, Cyrus is indeed his good friend.

The reason was simple, because even when he was surrounded by these outstanding friends, Cyrus never forgot him.

When he lost Banban, it was Cyrus who remembered that he had lost his pet and gave him an owl. Cyrus never missed a gift on every holiday after that, and it was never perfunctory.

Of course, for Ron, the best gift is that someone can always remember him.

"Maybe..."

Ginny just sighed, "I have written to Cassandra several times, but she doesn't know where Cyrus has gone."

To be honest, no one knows.

They all guessed that Cyrus might have gone looking for the god of death, but no one knew where the god of death was, let alone whether Cyrus had found the god of death or had died at his hands.

"At least, if Death won, the world wouldn't be so peaceful right now," Ron said finally.

So time passed quietly in their worries.

Soon, Harry had the initial wizarding exam.

Although Harry always acted like he didn't care, when it came to the exam, he put more effort into it than ever before. In fact, he felt that the content of the exam was not as difficult as he had imagined.

"The test results will be delivered to you by owl during the summer vacation." Professor McGonagall said to every little wizard who had finished the exam.

Harry returned to his dormitory to pack his luggage.

After the exams, he should return to Sirius, or stay at Ron's house for a few weeks, but the most important thing is that until now, there was no news from Cyrus.

He had been gone for a long time, and neither Bella nor Cassandra knew where he had gone.

"But it's okay now. If Cyrus still doesn't show up when the International Wizarding Confederation is elected next year, the whole world will begin to doubt him."

He shook his clothes as he thought about it.

“Snap!”

At this time, a small object fell out from the clothes.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then bent down, picked it up, and held it in front of his eyes.

"What is this, a flashlight?"

He knew it couldn't be a flashlight.

Not only did there not exist any flashlights at Hogwarts, but there was also a voice in his head that was saying:

“It will lead you to the people you want to see.”

(End of this chapter)