In the evening, Cyrus left the dormitory once more, avoiding all eyes and came to the Room of Requirement.

The blood-red potion was constantly tumbling, exuding a strong breath of life. But soon the potion turned into poison, and took on an unhealthy red color like rusty iron.

Cyrus knew immediately that the potion was dead again.

There was not much potion material left to steal from Snape.

"If you fail again, you have to give up first."

Sellers opened the alchemy books again. Seemingly simple patterns and words have become the most profound and difficult to understand wisdom.

"Wisdom - if only the Ravenclaw crown hadn't been made into a Horcrux." Cyrus sighed and scolded Voldemort for his violent destruction!

Such a powerful treasure was ruined by it!

If the crown can be used, maybe he can use the wisdom of the crown to realize the refining of the magic stone.

"Wait—"

"Who said you can't stab someone without a gun?" Sellers reacted suddenly.

Never said that a crown could not be used after being crafted into a Horcrux?

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 hosted in the Horcrux at all, it's better to say-

"I'm Riddle!"

Sellers' black eyes shone brightly, and Sellers had always had flexible standards about whether he was Riddle or not.

He walked out of the room quickly, and then walked back and forth three times, silently saying in his heart:

"I want a room to hide, I want a room to hide, I want a room to hide."

Then, the original gate slowly disappeared, and a new one appeared on the wall.

Cyrus pushed open the black, sumptuous door and stepped into a large, but crowded, cluttered room.

All sorts of miscellaneous items are piled on top of each other, making it look like a utility room full of garbage. It's hard to imagine how the few people who know about this room in the 1,000 years of Hogwarts have made it like this.

Cyrus knew where the Horcrux was.

He'd been to this room before, and he was just looking for some alchemy props for Draco to practice, and the tiara was just in passing.

He passed past the troll specimens and the broken vanishing cabinet to the front of a crate topped by a pockmarked bust of a wizard with an old grey hair cover on his head and something like an old faded crown.

The crown is set with precious stones and engraved with a line of words - extraordinary wisdom is the greatest treasure.

It was supposed to be shining, but now, the crown looked a little dull.

Then, without hesitation, Sellers put it on top of his head.

For a moment he felt like he was in a silent morning forest, and the cool mountain breeze made his brain very clear. It was as if a rusty machine had suddenly been lubricated and started to run rapidly.

Sellers felt as if he was enveloped by "wisdom" itself.

However, if anyone looked at him from a third perspective, they would find that it was not wisdom that enveloped Cyrus, but an evil black gas.

- Lord Voldemort!

"Show me your soul!"

The black gas made a hoarse and terrifying voice, echoing in Cyrus's mind.

"I will show you all the mysteries of magic!"

"Don't howl, it's me!"

Cyrus interrupted him with his own words, opening up half of his thoughts, absorbing Malfoy's life force, condensing an illusory shadow. At the same time, the diary was also in his hand.

"You?"

Cyrus believed that no one would ever see the legendary Dark Lord on a more comical expression than he did now.

"It's me, and of course you." Cyrus stared directly at the ugly snake face that emerged from the black mist, and his mood was a little better for no reason. Although he had to think about how to resurrect as soon as he crossed over, at least he didn't become as ugly as the guy in the crown.

"I gave the journal to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping......"

"Yes, but we didn't tell him what's in the diary, or he would have respected me a little more." Cyrus's face smirked, "But it's better, at least let me know some unexpected news." I guess you wouldn't have dreamed of it—"

"What?"

"The invincible Dark Lord has been defeated by a baby! And then it turned into a lowly thing that was not even as good as a ghost, and it was attached to a rat in the sewer all day long! ”

The dark shadow seemed to be enraged by Cyrus's words, and bared its fangs like a viper and spat out letters:

"You're lying!"

"Lying? Why should I deceive myself? Cele stared at him, he had prepared the altered false memories, but he had overestimated the remnant soul trapped in the Horcrux, and the other party couldn't perform any magic at all.

"You really should go outside and see what has become of this world, we lost!" He was angry, as if he was annoyed and ashamed of his failure, and now that he saw another "self", he could finally release his suppressed emotions.

"People chanted the 'boy who didn't die' to celebrate our defeat! And last year, that boy stopped our plans again......"

Cyrus told everything that happened during the year, including Voldemort's possession of Quirrell's body in an attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect it, but was defeated by Harry Potter, including Lucius Malfoy's sending the diary out in order to avoid the Ministry of Magic, hoping to make a bloody storm at Hogwarts......

"Now, I'm possessed by Malfoy, and I've attacked several lowly mudbloods with the basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets, but that's not enough! We must be resurrected! The more Cyrus spoke, the more agitated he became, and he kept closing in on the soul that was lodged in the crown, "It's easy, but the Horcrux is still not safe. ”

"Horcruxes are safe enough, and if the plan goes well, we can have six Horcruxes." Voldemort was now proud of his plan to split seven souls, and he was confident that no one would know that he had made so many Horcruxes, let alone find the location of each one of them.

"Insurance?" Cyrus sneered, "Is insurance all about being in the company of snakes and rats in the filthy sewers?" Don't forget who we are? Let's not forget that we changed our name to 'Voldemort' so that one day, when we become the greatest magicians in the world, wizards everywhere will not dare to say that name easily! Instead of lying in a rancid stinky gutter like a wild dog with a broken leg!

"We must have more strength, more security, to fight Dumbledore and that-" Cyrus pressed his hand to his crown, his eyes flashing with hatred, "Boy who won't die!" ”

"You're going to abandon the body?" The Voldemort in the crown suddenly understood what Cyrus meant. But it made him feel even more incredible, he had never thought that the other party was so crazy.

"Ontology?"

"There is no ontology." Cyrus's mood seemed to have calmed down, but there was a greater power in this calm, like a silent current at the bottom of the sea.

"There is only one Voldemort in this world! It's him, it's you, it's me! Since he lost, let me come, and if I lose, I'll do it for you! ”

Faced with the devil of seduction, Cyrus's trick is to seduce the other in turn.

The soul in the crown seemed to have compromised, and Cyrus put the crown on top of his head and put it back on, saying the last words that broke down the opponent's psychological defenses.

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