Chapter 63: Make Voldemort great again

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

    The blood-red potion kept rolling, exuding a strong breath of life. But soon the containt of potion turned into poison, turning an unhealthy red color like rusty iron.

    Cyrus immediately knew that the potion was useless again.

    There were not many potions ingredients left that he had stolen from Snape.

    "Com''on Cyrus! If you fail again, you will have to give up on this."

    Cyrus opened the alchemy books again. The seemingly simple patterns and words have become the most profound and difficult to understand wisdom.

    "Wisdom - it would be great if Ravenclaw''s diadem had not been made into a Horcrux." Cyrus sighed and scolded Voldemort for wasting everything!

    Such a powerful treasure was destroyed by him!

    If the crown works, maybe I can use the wisdom of the crown to refine the magic stone.

    "tch"

    "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 it is made into a Horcrux, right?

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

    "I am Riddle!"

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

    He quickly walked out of the Room of Requirement, and then walked back and forth three more times, thinking silently:

    "I want a hiding room, I want a hiding room, I want a hiding room."

    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 clutter are piled up together, making it look like a utility room filled with garbage. It is hard to imagine how the very few people who knew this room in the one thousand years since Hogwarts was founded had turned this room into this.

    Cyrus knew where the Horcruxes were.

    The black figure seemed to be irritated by Cyrus''s words. Like a poisonous snake, it bared its fangs and spat out a message:

    "you are lying!"

    "Lying? Why should I deceive myself?" Cyrus openly revealed his eyes. He had prepared a modified false memory, but he overestimated the remnant soul trapped in the Horcrux. The other party can''t cast any magic at all.

    "You should really go outside and see what this world has become. We have lost!" He looked angrily, as if he was angry and ashamed of his failure. Acting like now that he saw another "self", he could finally let go of his depression.

    The emotions were released.

    "People were chanting ''The Boy Who Lived'' to celebrate our defeat! And last year, the boy stopped our plans again..."

    Cyrus told everything that happened during the year, including- Voldemort possessing Quirrell in an attempt to steal the Philosopher''s Stone to resurrect himself, but was defeated by Harry Potter, including Lucius. In order to avoid being traced by the Ministry of Magic, Malfoy sent the diary away, hoping to cause chaos in Hogwarts...

    "Now, I am possessing Malfoy and attacking several despicable mudbloods with the basilisk in the secret room, but this is not enough! We must be resurrected!" Cyrus became more and more excited as he spoke, and he kept asking the other ''self''.

    The soul in the crown approached, "This is easy, but are the Horcruxes safe? ."

    "Horcruxes are safe enough. If the plan goes well, we can have six Horcruxes." Cyrus said.

    "Yes! It seems the plan was good! It was a good insurance if we ever got defeated. Atleast we are still alive!" 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. Not to mention finding the location of every Horcrux and destroying them.

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

    "Are you planning to abandon your true form?" Voldemort in the crown suddenly understood what Cyrus meant. But this made him feel even more incredible. He had never thought that the other party was so crazy.

    "My true form?"

    "Who are we to think about these trivial true forms..." Cyrus''s mood seemed to have calmed down, but this calmness contained a more powerful force, like the silent currents on the bottom of the sea.

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

    Facing the tempting devil, Cyrus''s trick is to seduce the other party was working.

    The soul in the crown seemed to have compromised. Cyrus put the crown on his head, and said the last words that broke the opponent''s psychological defense.

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

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