At night, Cyrus left the dormitory again, avoiding all sight and came to the Room of Requirement.

The blood-red potion kept rolling, emitting a strong breath of life. But soon the pot of potion immediately turned into poison, showing an unhealthy red color like rusty iron.

Cyrus immediately knew that this pot of potion was ruined again.

The potion ingredients stolen from Snape were running low.

"If I fail again, I'll just have to give up."

Cyrus opened the alchemical books again. The seemingly simple patterns and words turned out to be the most profound and difficult to understand wisdom.

"Wisdom - if only Ravenclaw's diadem had not been made into a Horcrux." Cyrus sighed and cursed Voldemort for wasting such a gift!

Such a powerful treasure was destroyed by it! If the crown can be used, maybe I can use the wisdom of the crown to realize the refining of the Philosopher's Stone.

"etc--"

"Who said you can't kill someone without a gun?" Cyrus suddenly reacted.

No one has ever said that the crown cannot be used after being made into a Horcrux?

Maybe others can't use it because Voldemort's soul fragment is attached to it, but it's different for him. He doesn't have to worry about Voldemort's soul living in the Horcrux. It's better to say -

"I'm Riddle!"

There was a bright light in Cyrus's black eyes. Cyrus always had flexible standards on whether he was Riddle or not.

He walked out of the Room of Requirement quickly, and then walked back and forth three times, repeating in his mind: "I want a room to hide things, I want a room to hide things, I want a room to hide things."

Then, the original door slowly disappeared, and a new door appeared on the wall.

Cyrus pushed open the black, luxurious door and walked into a huge, but very crowded and messy room.

All kinds of sundries were piled up together, making it look like a storage room full of garbage. It was hard to imagine how the few people who knew about this room, after a thousand years of Hogwarts history, could have turned it into this.

Cyrus knew where the Horcrux was.

He had been to this room before. At that time, he just wanted to find some alchemical props for Draco to practice, and looking for the crown was just a by-product.

He passed the stuffed troll and the broken vanishing cabinet until he came to a crate, and on top of it was a pockmarked bust of a wizard wearing an old grey wig and what looked like an old, faded crown.

The crown is inlaid with gems and engraved with a line of words - extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth.

It should have sparkled, but now, the crown looked a little dull.

Then, without hesitation, Cyrus put it on top of his head.

Suddenly he felt like he was in a quiet morning forest, and the cool mountain breeze made his mind very clear. It felt like a rusty machine was suddenly greased with oil and started to run quickly.

Cyrus felt as if he were enveloped by "wisdom" itself.

However, if someone looked at him from a third-person perspective, they would find that what enveloped Cyrus was not wisdom, but an evil black aura.

——Voldemort!

"Show me your soul!"

"I will show you all the secrets of magic!"

"Stop howling, it's me!"

Cyrus took the initiative to interrupt him, he opened half of his mind, absorbed Malfoy's vitality, condensed an illusory shadow. At the same time, he also took the diary in his hand.

"you?"

Cyrus believed that no one would ever see the legendary Dark Lord with a funnier expression than he did at that moment.

"It's me, and of course you." Cyrus stared at the ugly snake face emerging from the black fog, and his mood suddenly improved. Although he had to think about how to revive as soon as he traveled through time, at least he didn't become as ugly as the guy in the crown.

"I gave the diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping..."

"Yes, but we didn't tell him what was in the diary, otherwise he would have respected me more." Cyrus's face showed anger, "But it's better this way, at least I got some unexpected news. I guess you never dreamed that-"

"What?"

"The invincible Dark Lord was defeated by a baby! And then he turned into a lowly thing even worse than a ghost, possessing rats in the sewers all day long to survive!"

The shadow seemed to be angered by Cyrus' words, baring its fangs and spitting out its tongue like a venomous snake:

"You're lying!"

"Lie? Why should I deceive myself?" Celers showed his eyes frankly. He had prepared the modified false memories, but he overestimated the residual soul trapped in the Horcrux. The other party could not cast any magic at all.

"You really should go outside and see what the world has become. We lost!" He was angry, as if he was annoyed and ashamed of his failure. Now that he saw another "self", he could finally release his repressed emotions.

"People were cheering for the 'Boy Who Lived' and celebrating our defeat! And last year, that boy once again thwarted our plans..."

Cyrus told everything that happened in the past year, including how Voldemort possessed Quirrell and tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone to revive him, but was defeated by Harry Potter, and how Lucius Malfoy sent the diary away to avoid the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, hoping to cause a bloody storm in Hogwarts...

"Now, I am possessed by Malfoy and have attacked several lowly Mudbloods with the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, but this is not enough! We must be resurrected!" Cyrus became more and more excited as he spoke. He kept approaching the soul that resided in the crown. "This is easy, but the Horcrux is still not safe enough."

"The Horcruxes are safe enough. If the plan goes well, we can have six Horcruxes." Voldemort was now proud of his plan to split seven souls. He was confident that no one would know that he had made so many Horcruxes, let alone find the location of each Horcrux and destroy them.

"Insurance?" Cyrus sneered, "Is insurance to live with snakes and rats in the dirty sewers? Don't forget who we are? Don't forget that we changed our name to 'Voldemort' so that one day, when we become the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to say this name easily! Instead of lying in the stinking ditch like a wild dog with a broken leg! "We must have stronger power and safer means to fight against Dumbledore and that--" Cyrus put his hand on the crown, hatred flashed in his eyes, "The Boy Who Lived!"

"Are you going to abandon your body?" The Voldemort in the crown suddenly understood what Cyrus meant. But this made him feel even more incredible, as he had never thought that the other party was so crazy.

"Main body?"

"There is no real body." Cyrus' emotions seemed to calm down, but this calmness contained a more powerful force, like the silent currents on the seabed.

"There is only one Voldemort in this world! It's him, you, and me! Since he loses, let me do it. If I lose, it'll be your turn!"

Faced with the tempting devil, Cyrus's trick is to seduce the other party in return.

The soul in the crown seemed to have compromised. Cyrus put the crown back on his head and said the last words to break the other party's psychological defense.

"There is only one Voldemort in this world, and our goal is to make the name Voldemort great again!"

I'm so sleepy at work. So sleepy, so sleepy. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)