Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Death is just another adventure."

Cyrus didn't know whether Dumbledore was really relieved, but no matter what, he was willing to respect anyone's choice.

"Let us begin the test, Mr. Sellers." Fitzgerald groaned, and then her figure disappeared from the portrait. Then, a high platform that Cyrus had never noticed appeared in front of him. The high platform was right behind the principal's chair and could be reached by taking the spiral staircase.

There is a floating book on top.

"How come I didn't find it last time I came here?"

"Because in addition to ancient magic, I also used some Muggle methods." Fitzgerald said softly.

After all, the fact that the test has reached this point is enough to prove that the person being tested has the talent of ancient magic, so ordinary concealment spells are no longer necessary.

"This book looks like your diary." Dumbledore also took steps to follow, "You need to go in with your memories."

He looked at Cyrus playfully, as if asking Cyrus if he dared to do this, or if he trusted him.

"If you mind, I can leave the principal's office first and come back later."

"I don't mind you staying." Cyrus smiled. Although Dumbledore had many calculations, at least his character could be guaranteed, not to mention——

"If you're curious, I can take you in with me."

Cyrus picked up the book directly. Then, the memory in the book, or the fairy tale of the trial, seemed to come to reality all of a sudden. Dumbledore was shocked to find that his office suddenly lost all color and turned into With black and white simple drawings, even the gorgeous phoenix looks like moving lines.

"how did you do it?"

It was not only Dumbledore who was dumbfounded, but also Fitzgerald.

Who would have thought that Cyrus would turn around and take control of the books, not only bringing Dumbledore into the trial, but also bringing the world she created into reality!

"What's so strange about this? I've been in the diary for almost fifty years." Cyrus shrugged, but that was all. Only the principal's office was changed under the influence of magic. Cyrus It is impossible for Si to substitute the whole world into it.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Cyrus waved his magic wand, and the twisted lines in the principal's office were wiped away, and a new picture was reconstructed.

They seemed to be reborn in a cemetery, surrounded by twisted thorns.

At your feet is a narrow road that leads to a gray-white village.

"Have you noticed that we are like two silhouettes?" Dumbledore said in surprise, looking around like a naughty boy.

"Please be more serious, Albus." Fitzgerald's voice rang in their ears, "Just like the real world, death is everywhere."

"You mean, Death?" Dumbledore asked.

Cyrus obviously noticed that Dumbledore's fingers were holding the Elder Wand tighter. There was no fear on his face, but he wanted to try the power of Death.

However, since it is an illusion conjured by Fitzgerald, the God of Death must not be beyond her own understanding, so it actually does not have much reference value.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, have you seen Death with your own eyes?"

"Here, you can call me Neopher." The headmistress said softly first, and then replied, "I have never seen the God of Death with my own eyes, but through ancient magic and some of my experiences, I can indeed See some apparition of the other person.

"Continue the trial and you will know what happened. Now, you need to find my sleeping body and be careful not to be discovered by Death. You'd better find a cloak."

After saying this, Niofer's voice seemed to disappear.

Cyrus and Dumbledore crossed the thorns together and crossed a stone bridge. Under the stone bridge was a dry river. The two of them saw a dilapidated village from a distance, but what really shocked them was a huge A black figure wearing a hood and cloak. The body under the cloak had no flesh and blood, only white bones.

"Is this the God of Death?"

The shadow was much larger than a house, with its knuckles as tall as a person's. Its empty eye sockets patrolled the village, sparing no life. In the village, many black shadows about the size of people were wandering back and forth.

Cyrus saw them throw out their chains and stab a villager in the back, killing him.

"It looks very much like the Death Curse." Dumbledore said. He felt that the people who were stabbed and killed by Death's chains looked very similar to the people killed by the Death Curse, just as hollow and numb.

"Maybe this spell was left by the God of Death." Cyrus said softly. He cast a disguise spell on himself, and then continued, "Let's go, find the invisibility cloak first, and then look for Niofer."

The two of them disappeared and moved forward. Both of them were very advanced in the Disillusionment Curse, especially Dumbledore. Cyrus even felt that after he cast the Disillusionment Curse, it was almost the same as wearing the cloak of death.

"But can't we just kill him?" Cyrus asked.

"It's best not to do this." Dumbledore shook his head, "I think we are not ready to face death directly."

At least not in the story Fitzgerald prepared.

"I really want to know what mistakes did the people in this village make that led to them being targeted by death?" Dumbledore said doubtfully, but no one answered this question.

For the two masters of magic, the first test couldn't be easier. They found the cloak without much effort, and then deceived the gaze of death to reach the end of the first level.

The lines in the picture disappeared again, turning back into a world full of black dots, as if a lot of ink had been dumped on a piece of white paper.

Then, a gray square altar appeared in front of them out of thin air. On the altar, a slender wand was suspended. It was surrounded by black, dense and sharp lines, which looked like it was glowing.

Niofer's cold voice sounded again:

"Take the wand before you and don't waste its extraordinary power."

Cyrus and Dumbledore approached. Dumbledore glanced at the wand in surprise, then lowered his head and raised the one in his hand.

"You already have one, do you mind letting me hold it in my hand?" Although Cyrus was asking, his hand had already reached out to the drawn Elder Wand.

"Please." Dumbledore naturally had no reason to stop him. This was originally Cyrus's trial.

Cyrus took hold of the Elder Wand.

At that moment, he clearly felt that his power had become different!

It was as if a spring suddenly opened up in his chest, and hot water poured out continuously.

He looked at Dumbledore, and an impulse surged in his heart - maybe he might not be Dumbledore's opponent now? !

However, Cyrus didn't try. No matter how strong the power in the trial was, it was still false. What's more, two people had the Elder Wand at the same time, which meant that neither of them had it. The magical power in Cyrus's body was still the same as that of Dumbledore. There is a gap.