Chapter 190: Death is merely an adventure

    After bidding farewell to Newt, Cyrus first wrote a letter to Lucius explaining the situation. With Voldemort causing such a stir, it was likely that he had already found a way to resurrect himself, and the day of his return might not be far off.

    If that guy really wanted to hide, even Cyrus wouldn''t be able to find him.

    Since Voldemort was on the verge of returning, the Malfoy family''s situation could become precarious.

    Cyrus didn''t oppose Lucius''s current thinking but reminded him to choose carefully whom he would ultimately serve.

    After all, even if Cyrus understood Lucius''s predicament, but that didn''t mean he would tolerate someone playing both sides.

    After finishing the letter, Cyrus headed straight to Hogwarts.

    Dumbledore was still engrossed in drafting plans for the Triwizard Tournament when he suddenly heard a tapping on his window. Looking up, he saw Cyrus sitting sideways on the windowsill, one foot braced against the ledge, glancing back at him.

    For a moment, the old man''s eyes seemed to lose focus, as if he saw a familiar shadow.

    "I thought you''d come by on the day of the Quidditch match. I even prepared something for you," Dumbledore said, though he still got up to open the window.

    He was curious about what had made Cyrus so eager.

    "Hello to you too. I don''t know if Severus told you, but Lucius informed me today that the Dark Mark on his arm has started to cause intermittent pain," Cyrus said as he lightly jumped down from the window, casually strolling past Dumbledore. As he passed Fawkes, he even reached out to playfully tease the bird''s beak.

    The portraits of the former headmasters on the walls watched Cyrus make himself at home in Dumbledore''s chair, all silently fuming but unable to say a word.

    "Is what you say true?" Dumbledore''s expression grew tense.

    "Seems like your double agent isn''t as obedient as you thought," Cyrus quipped, though he nodded and shared his thoughts. "Voldemort is using this to remind those who betrayed him. He must be fully confident in his ability to return, and it''s going to happen soon!"The? source of this conte/nt n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

    Cyrus''s golden eyes met Dumbledore''s piercing blue gaze. Both of them were now solemn, like stone in the cold winter wind.

    "I believe it will happen this school year!"

    "But Harry—" Dumbledore started to speak, then fell silent again.

    He couldn''t resist raising his hand, his focus entirely consumed by the black stone, as if he were a moth drawn to a flame, taking a large step toward the dark sun in Cyrus''s grasp.

    For a fleeting moment, Cyrus thought Dumbledore might actually leap forward and snatch the Resurrection Stone from his hand.

    But Dumbledore didn''t do that.

    Instead, he looked at the Resurrection Stone in Cyrus''s hand with eyes full of profound sadness, as if seeing his deepest desires, regrets, and infinite love reflected in it.

    "You can hardly imagine how long I''ve been seeking it, all because of a fairy tale," Dumbledore said, his voice choked with emotion.

    "But you also know that fairy tales don''t always end happily," Cyrus said, closing his fingers around the stone, as if a flower was closing its petals, protecting the heart within.

    "The Elder Wand isn''t invincible, the Resurrection Stone can''t truly bring back the dead, and even the Cloak of Invisibility couldn''t forever hide someone from Death. In the end, even the cloak couldn''t deceive you," Cyrus remarked.

    "You''re right," Dumbledore sighed. The overwhelming impulse that had surged within him moments ago now faded, leaving him feeling as though he had fallen into an endless abyss. A moment ago, he had been like a blazing fire, but now he seemed like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.

    "You see~ Resurrection may not be impossible, Dumbledore," Cyrus said, his golden eyes gleaming in the darkness.

    His gaze burned with intensity.

    By summoning a soul with the Resurrection Stone, rebuilding the body with the Philosopher''s Stone, and using the Elder Wand as a conduit to perform ancient magic, it was theoretically possible to fully resurrect someone by infusing them with emotions. Cyrus had never attempted this, but the feasibility seemed high.

    However, Dumbledore shook his head.

    "We shouldn''t meddle with the dead, Cyrus, even if you have the power to do so," Dumbledore said, his words serving as both a warning to Cyrus and a reminder to himself.

    "Life is precious precisely because it only happens once, and death—" He paused, as if finally at peace with the idea.

    "Death is merely another adventure."

    _________

    Read 12 Chapters ahead of SH: