Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Harry walked down the corridors of Hogwarts.

The familiar castle in the past gave him a strange feeling now.

It was as if he was not in the place where he had lived day and night for several years now, but in a completely unfamiliar environment. Every corner and every corridor here made him uneasy.

The light in the castle is very dark, and the bright sunshine outside seems to be blocked by magical power. Looking out from the windows in the corridor, only a gray patch can be seen, as if the world they are in is not real, but an illusion. .

Harry glanced outside and felt inexplicably that the scene was like the world inside a pensieve.

But the difference is that everything here is real, the walls are solid, and every particle of dust is so clear——

The knights in the castle disappeared, and even the portraits on the walls were changed.

To be honest, Harry didn't recognize anyone in the portrait now. Each of them was very serious, staring at Harry with their eyes, exposing every move he made.

The feeling of being spied on was not pleasant, but Harry had nothing to worry about.

From beginning to end, he had only one mission——

Destroy Voldemort!

Don't worry about the rest.

He doesn't even care about the Goblet of Fire. The game itself can no longer determine the real outcome. Only life and death are the final outcome!

"Come, Voldemort, come to meet death..."

he said softly.

On the other side, Voldemort also entered the castle from another direction.

His current location was in the Slytherin common room, which was the most popular place in Hogwarts besides the Chamber of Secrets. This reminded Voldemort of the unforgivable days he had spent in Albany a few years ago.

He reached out and touched the thick glass in the lounge, looking at the huge lake through it. It looked dark, as its name suggests.

Unfortunately, Voldemort didn't see the giant squid, otherwise there would be more past events waiting for him to recall.

As for now——

"Let's go get the victory I deserve!" He smiled and left the basement like a poisonous snake emerging from a damp and cold cave.

But what he didn't expect was that his allies were already waiting for him outside.

Grindelwald just walked out of the auditorium while shaking the red wine glass in his left hand.

He didn't look like he was here for a game, but more like he was here for a banquet.

"I'm in good spirits, Grindelwald, but I think we should act quickly -" he smiled cruelly, "according to the agreement, we will kill Cyrus together. As for Dumbledore, I will leave it to you."

"Of course!"

Grindelwald drank down the red wine in his hand, threw the glass away, and when it fell to the ground, he immediately turned into a ferocious hound.

"It will lead us to Cyrus."

Whether it's Grindelwald or Voldemort, or Harry and Dumbledore, at this point, no one cares about the outcome of the game. They all know that the Goblet of Fire must be placed in the corner of the castle, but no one cares about the Goblet of Fire.

The hound galloped away.

The castle was neither too small nor too big, and it didn't take much effort for the hound to find one of its targets.

—It was Dumbledore.

At this moment, he was holding a very ordinary-looking wand in his hand. When he saw Grindelwald and Voldemort walking side by side, the blue eyes behind his moon-shaped glasses did not show any surprise.

"What a coincidence, Dumbledore."

Voldemort said hello with a smile on his face. He was the only one who felt so relaxed in this situation.

Especially after he discovered that what Dumbledore was scratching at the moment was not the Elder Wand, he looked down upon Dumbledore even more.

"Leave it to you?" Voldemort turned to look at Grindelwald, "Or do you want my help? I would be happy to break his legs and find a place to lock him up for fifty years. What do you think of Nurmengard? Sample?"

Grindelwald ignored Voldemort's wise words. He took a step forward and stopped in front of Voldemort.

"I'll deal with him myself."

The two old men, who were over a hundred years old, looked at each other again, as if they were going to continue the indecisive battle in the Department of Mysteries.

For a moment, the hearts of the entire Quidditch stadium audience, and even everyone else who could see the game being broadcast, were in shock. In fact, when they saw Voldemort walking with Grindelwald, they were already very desperate.

"No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he can't defeat both of them at the same time, right?"

"Cyrus is still on the top floor!" Hermione said worriedly.

However, Ron's eyes did not stay on the battlefield at this moment. After all, Hogwarts is only so big. If there was a real fight, Cyrus should be able to hear the movement soon.

Now he was more concerned about where Snape was.

On the high platform, several senior Death Eaters gathered here, including Voldemort's most trusted Barty Jr.

But Snape, who betrayed them last night and led the Death Eaters to attack Harry, was missing.

Now even the mysterious man himself has appeared in Hogwarts, but Snape is not here, which makes Ron wonder if Snape has another conspiracy.

He looked around and found no sign of Snape, so he could only return his attention to the screen.

There seemed to be no room for conversation between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. The two of them raised their wands high and aimed at each other's hearts across a long corridor - where they were once filled with love. The place.

"This is the greatest magic - love!" Voldemort said sarcastically, "Dumbledore, feel the passion that your lover brings to you!"

He strode away.

"Stop!" Dumbledore planned to stop him, but Grindelwald's figure blocked his eyes.

He was smiling and his eyes were gentler than ever. He looked at Dumbledore and shook his head: "I can't just watch you die, Albus. Cyrus is not worthy of your trust."

"Really? Are you worth it?" Dumbledore immediately counterattacked sharply, as if Grindelwald's alliance with Voldemort had deeply hurt him.

"I spent decades fighting against him. I originally saw hope of annihilating him completely, but you ruined it!" Dumbledore looked calm, but every letter in his words contained anger!

"You broke everything - your promise -" Dumbledore glared at him. At this moment, the time between the two people seemed to be frozen, and it seemed that it was not there. In that silence, he didn't know whether it was a second or a thousand years. , Dumbledore's language changed from anger to sadness, "...and my life."

After all, he still couldn't let go of Ariana's death. The spell that killed her might have been Aberforth, or Grindelwald, or himself, but none of that mattered now.

The important thing is that to this day, no one of them has paid the price for what happened back then.