I became Voldemort

The next morning, Ginny came to the hall in a daze.

Thinking of what happened last night, Ginny was still a little dazed. What happened was somewhat unbelievable to her.

She actually agreed to lend her body to Mr. Riddle. And she had lent her body again that night.

Now it seems that it was exactly as she thought. Although she was a little tired, there was no accident.

Mr. Riddle would certainly not harm her.

Ginny drowsily spread the jam on the bread and stuffed it into her mouth, mechanically.

Then, a huge and harsh sound exploded in the auditorium, causing her to wake up suddenly.

"Ron! How dare you cast a spell on your classmates! And you also led your sister into your mischief - it's not even a month since school started! You guys dare to do such a thing - and you, Frey De-George!——"

Ginny saw a red letter that turned into a mouth, floating on the Gryffindor table and yelling curses!

It almost scolded Ron and the twins, and now it turned to her side.

This made her suddenly turn pale.

She only remembered about Mr. Riddle yesterday but completely forgot that Professor McGonagall had told her mother about the spell she had cast on the senior students.

When she saw the letter approaching, Ginny wanted to run away immediately.

It would be too embarrassing to be scolded in front of everyone.

In fact, the two classmates who were originally sitting next to her saw that something was wrong and had jumped away long ago, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by the sound of shouting letters.

However, what surprised Ginny was that when the shouting letter hovered in front of her, Molly's voice suddenly became gentle: "I've heard everything, little Ginny. I have to say, you did a good job. Don't worry, no one is bothering your dad. Percy has already told me, and if a senior student got cursed by a first-year student, then we have nothing to say. Of course, don't be so impulsive next time. It's best to tell the professors when you encounter trouble. Okay? See you over Christmas break."

After saying that, the roaring letter immediately burned.

Ron and the twins were both a bit unbalanced.

Had they even done something wrong? Ron's spell was cast on himself. Ginny was the mean one. In fact, only her spell succeeded, but they were the only ones who were scolded by the howler.

"Do you think this is fair?" Ron said angrily.

"Okay, just shut up and let her be, she is our sister." Fred and George looked at him with irritation.

"And Ginny was really cool yesterday," they said exaggeratedly.

Since what happened yesterday became widely known in Gryffindor, Ginny has almost become a hero in Gryffindor.

In comparison, Ron seems a bit frustrated.

Ron was still angry now as if nothing good could ever happen to him. Thinking of this, Ron glanced sadly at the broken wand covered with tape.

If it hadn't been for this thing, maybe his spell would have been successful.

"Look around, don't be jealous of Ginny. If it weren't for her, you might still be spitting out slugs today." Hermione comforted Ron.

"I'm not jealous of her. She's my sister. I just feel it's a bit unfair. It seems like I'm the only one who's unlucky." Ron had no choice but to sit down and gnaw on the chicken drumsticks gloomily.

"I just hope Marcus Flint doesn't stay out of the hospital until the official game," Harry said with a smile and then whispered the sound he heard last night to Ron and Hermione.

In fact, he had already told Ron last night, but neither of them had a clue.

——

In the following days, Cyrus used Ginny's body from time to time to act at night.

It's not that he wants to control the basilisk to kill people. In fact, the plan hasn't really started yet.

He spent most of his time practicing spells in the Room of Requirement.

Although Cyrus absorbed Riddle's memories and theoretical knowledge, knowing the theory and being proficient in using magic spells are not the same thing at all. Considering the difficulties he may face after his resurrection, Cyrus needs to make his magic power strong enough.

He slowly ate away at Ginny's life force, but was careful to maintain a limit. Ginny looked like she had a cold these days.

It happened to be that the time was slowly approaching Halloween, and the temperature in Hogwarts had begun to drop. This period was the worst time for influenza, and most of the young wizards in the school were feeling depressed.

Percy was worried about her and had been forcing Ginny to drink pick-me-ups. So much so that steam was rising from her head all this time, and her fiery red hair seemed to be on fire.

In the spacious classroom, several wooden dolls rushed toward "Ginny" quickly.

"Ginny"—actually Cyrus—had a cold look in his eyes, and he held the yew wand in his hand. He did not panic at all in the face of the siege.

It wasn't until the puppet at the forefront was approaching that Cyrus raised his wand like lightning and fired a spell.

Hit by the curse, the puppet didn't even last for a second before it exploded and turned into powder flying everywhere.

Then, without stopping, Cyrus rolled on the ground to avoid the attacks of the other two puppets, but he did not look embarrassed at all. Half-crouching, he turned around and split the two puppets into sixteen pieces!

The pieces of the puppet floated up under his control and hit the other puppets like meteors, knocking them down.

Then, the hard ground rose up, and several huge palms stretched out to hold the puppets influenced by him, preventing them from moving.

In the blink of an eye, he eliminated a dozen puppets, and during this period, he did not recite a single spell.

Cyrus was quite satisfied with his performance. After all, his body now belonged to Ginny. The one-year-old wizard's magical power was not strong, so it was incredible to be able to do this.

One must know that those puppets have magical protection.

"Now, let's try the Patronus Charm." Cyrus thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and began to recall what he could call "happy" memories.

He easily began to recall his past life——

Although he seems to have become emotionally numb in life as an adult, his memories from childhood are still pleasant.

Dense silk threads spurted out from the tip of the wand, like white velvet or cocoon silk spun by silkworms.

"Not very good——"

However, perhaps the memory is too far away, making it no longer clear. Although these threads are intertwined in the air, they have never taken shape.

"Is my mood too calm?" Cyrus lowered his head and pondered. After a moment, he planned to recite the magic spell and do it again.

This time, he tried hard to recall the memories of his childhood.

At that time, he had no worries, was carefree, and yearned for fairy tales, as if the whole world was clean and beautiful——

"Expecto Patronum!"

The magic power coming out of the tip of the wand is even stronger than before!

The dense silver threads turned into large clumps of existence, but they were still not formed but looked like a white, half-light, and half-dark cloud.

Soon, the magic was drained from him, or rather Ginny.

Cyrus had to stop practicing, put away his wand, and leave the Room of Requirement.

But as soon as he turned the corner, a sharp roar came from a side to his ears: "Stop!"

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