Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus took Harry to Godric's Hollow, but failed to send Harry back in person.

It may not seem like a big deal, but something this irresponsible has never happened before. Cyrus wouldn't let this little thing stop him from caring.

"Unless something big happens to him," Harry said.

No one else said much, Ginny held her face, the flames in the fireplace reflected it, making her hair look even redder.

Obviously, they were all a little worried, otherwise they wouldn't have been sitting together in the lounge all night long. Fortunately, there will be no classes tomorrow. This is the last good news.

"Actually, Grindelwald is also missing," Hermione raised her head and said this. "Maybe they went to find the God of Death."

Grindelwald was wandering around the castle atrium like a ghost during this time. He was like the guardian spirit of the tomb and refused to leave. He won't disappear because of a rain unless he has something to do.

"With him together, we should have a better chance of winning."

"I just hope that the cloak can help him avoid the gaze of death." Harry said.

At this time, a portrait in the lounge moved, it was the Fat Lady. This rich housekeeper has been guarding the door of Gryffindor's dormitory for who knows how many years. Of course, there is also a framed photo of her in the lounge.

She came in from outside, then looked at Harry and the others and said.

"Harry Potter, I want someone to see you."

"Looking for us? Now?" Harry asked in surprise.

He accurately discovered the two most critical points in the Fat Lady's words. One was to find all of them - even if all the teachers in the school knew that they were a small group, they would not tell them when something happened. Call them all.

Unless it has something to do with all of them, like: Cyrus!

"Go quickly, it's in the corridor on the eighth floor, in the Room of Requirement." The Fat Lady said.

"The Room of Requirement?" Ginny asked back. Of course she knew where the Room of Requirement was, Cyrus had revealed it to her in casual conversation, but the point was, no professor would meet and talk to them in the Room of Requirement.

"It's the Room of Requirement." The Fat Lady said with great certainty. "There is a professor that none of you know. She was once the principal of Hogwarts. She has a good relationship with Cyrus. Her name is Fitzgerald. She has something to ask you."

Although Harry and the others were confused, no one doubted it.

The magic spell may be able to impersonate a person, but I have never heard of it being able to impersonate a portrait.

They got out of the lounge. Fortunately, the corridor outside the lounge was a sealed corridor, otherwise the strong wind might have blown them to the ground.

The Room of Requirement was not far from them, and they arrived in a short while.

Unexpectedly, the Room of Requirement had already been opened.

They opened the door and walked in. There was no one inside, except for an empty photo frame.

After a while, someone finally came out.

She was a middle-aged woman, she looked a little thin, and her clothes were a little old-fashioned. Harry was sure he had seen her before, in Dumbledore's—no, Headmistress McGonagall's—office. Of course, it used to be Dumbledore's.

When he went to find Dumbledore, this woman was like all the portraits, squinting and taking a nap.

"Hello, ma'am." Harry greeted respectfully.

"Hello." Fitzgerald also nodded in greeting, "I'm looking for you to convey something to Cyrus. The Guardians and I usually have no way to contact him - about the God of Death."

"You mean, the God of Death?" Everyone's hearts were tugged, and Fitzgerald had obviously touched on the point they were most concerned about.

"To be precise, it's the person pretending to be the God of Death," she said.

"I have seen the true appearance of the God of Death. During my trial, I drew his shadow. Of course, that is by no means the true power of the God of Death." Fitzgerald said, "The real God of Death does not lie in magic. The power is so powerful that he can destroy a person without actually taking action."

In other words, He couldn't really take action.

"Because this world is the world of the living. As the god of death, he is restricted everywhere. Just like the story in the fairy tale. Although the magic of the three brothers is powerful, perhaps they can defeat the god of death when they join forces, but they are scattered. No match for Death."

"But the God of Death never personally ended their lives, but let them destroy themselves." Hermione seemed to realize something.

Gods don't do it themselves, which means that the man who killed Dumbledore was not a god at all!

"He's just a scumbag!"

"It's indeed despicable." Fitzgerald said, "I have visited many portraits these days. You know, they are all historical figures. I dare not say that I have seen a lot, at least they know a lot about the past. "

she said modestly.

"We discovered that the man's true identity is the man who invented the Horcrux. At the same time, he is also the messenger of death in this world." Fitzgerald said the most important information.

"Death's...messenger?"

"That's right." She nodded, "Herbo's history is very ancient, even we suspect it is older than Hogwarts. He invented the Horcrux and gained immortal life. His soul cannot return to the world of death. , This makes Death very dissatisfied.”

"He is smarter than Voldemort, knows how to escape death, and more importantly, he understands that he cannot put himself in danger. Death can do nothing to him, but on the other hand, although he has gained eternal life, his body remains It's mundane.

"In order to become truly immortal, Haierbo made a deal with the God of Death."

Harry and the others held their breath and did not dare to speak for fear of interrupting Fitzgerald's story.

"He will offer those immortal souls to the God of Death, so that the God of Death can unshackle and come back to the world. And the souls of Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald are the most powerful!"

Fitzgerald said.

In fact, there are many souls that meet the requirements, such as Harry's soul.

But Harry is the master of death.

Even Haierbo couldn't defeat him.

"The souls of Cyrus and Dumbledore are great and immortal, but is Grindelwald's soul truly great?" Harry asked.

There is no doubt about Dumbledore's greatness. Cyrus's soul seems to meet the conditions under the filter of Harry and others. Only Grindelwald - he is a dark wizard.

"A dark wizard is just how people define him. But in fact, Grindelwald spent the first half of his life trying to break the law of secrecy. No matter what he did or how cruel his methods were, in his heart, it was always for the greater good of the wizarding collective. "Of course, I'm not saying that he is great, nor that his actions are correct. In fact, sometimes, Grindelwald is indeed cowardly and despicable."

"But whether the soul is immortal is not determined by this." She looked at Harry, "Just like you, your souls are souls that are not afraid of death. Such souls are what the God of Death desires most."