Chapter 86: Almost exhausted the stone

In a dark alleyway, a lone figure staggered forward, his robes tattered and his face deathly pale. It was Cyrus.

'I finally managed to escape,' he thought with a mixture of triumph and exhaustion.

His escape from the old bee was nothing to scoff at. Dumbledore's prowess was as formidable as the people say. 

Cyrus had been forced to use every ounce of his skill and cunning to evade the Headmaster's attacks. In the end, he resorted to animating a statue of Grindelwald to create a diversion, allowing him to slip away.

The thought of Dumbledore's face as his former friend and lover appeared in front of him brought a wheezy laugh to Cyrus's cracked lips.

'Ah, but where is this place...'

Looking around, he realized he had apparated in an unknown alleyway in his haste to get away. The dank smell of garbage hung thick in the air. Up ahead, the flickering lights of a grimy restaurant spilled onto the street.

*Grr*

His stomach churned, he now had a fully functional body of his own and he didn't want to use the low amount of magic he had left or the small life essence that was now left just to satiate his hunger.

'Guess I'll go and eat then..' 

With leaden steps, Cyrus stumbled towards it. He would need to lie low and regain his strength before doing anything.

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Fudge is very busy these days, but at least there is good news, that is, the heir who caused trouble during this period has finally been chased out of Hogwarts.

In fact, that person has not been arrested and the personnel are still looking for him and it has been almost half a month, but all the court procedures about declaring that that wanted person is the Heir were just completed today.

A man named "Tom Riddle".

However, Fudge thought this was somewhat ridiculous, because according to the situation Dumbledore explained to him, this Tom Riddle seemed to have been fifty years ago. And this morning, he took a look at that heinous criminal in the little memory Dumbledore showed him for identification of the criminal.

Unexpectedly, that man didn't look fierce at all. If anything, Fudge felt that he was quite talented and handsome, and he was clearly still a student. How could he be from fifty years ago?

But he looked through the roster of graduates at Hogwarts over the years, and indeed found a man named "Tom Riddle" fifty years ago, but there is currently no evidence to show that the arrested boy is "Tom Riddle" Tom Riddle".

The other party has gone missing for quite some time but hasn't done anything in the wizarding world till now.

Even Dumbledore himself was a little confused.

But no matter what, the boy has already placed all the charges of being the culprit, and after we find him, he will be on his way to Azkaban. He was chased away from Hogwarts and the attacks were stopped, It no longer matters whether the successor is him or not. All the people want is a result, regardless of whether it is right or wrong.

Even if it is wrong, Dumbledore endorses it, so what does it have to do with him, Cornelius Fudge?

He returned to his office and as soon as he sat down, Umbridge knocked on the door and said sweetly: "Mr. Minister, you have a new appointment."

"Appointment?" Fudge was upset. He didn't remember any important meeting today.

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Umbridge held the doorknob with one hand and pressed the other hand on the door frame. Her voice was sharper than before, and her words were full of financial hints.

Fudge knew immediately that his fortune was coming.

"Let him in."

Umbridge smiled as if her throat was being strangled and closed the door. Then, a man with long white hair and a somewhat pretentious look holding an aristocratic silver crutch walked in with his head held high.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, I think you came here because of the curse that threatened other school directors? Let me tell you, this matter is really not that easy to handle. They all want to make you suffer now."

As soon as Fudge saw Malfoy, he immediately put on a distressed look, like a shrewd businessman.

"I have concerns about this, Minister." Malfoy walked straight to Fudge's table and slammed a full bag in front of Fudge. "But I want to know more, that -' Tom ·Riddle'" He seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to say this name. After a pause for a few seconds, he continued, "Did he really fight Dumbledore and escape?"

Fudge almost threw himself on the big bag of gold galleons, beaming with joy:

"Dumbledore caught him personally. Is that still false? Mr. Malfoy, we all believe that the so-called threat was just a little joke. It would be absurd for anyone to convict you of this. But Hogwarts I have no way to intervene in the internal decisions of the school board." Fudge quickly put away the large bag of gold galleons, as if he was afraid that Malfoy would regret it.

"Minister, can you tell me what was the last place your officers saw him?" He asked not minding Fudge.

" According to reports, he was seen near the Azkaban two or three days ago.."

"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now..." Malfoy's expression was gloomy and he knocked the cane in his hand on the ground with a crackling sound. He walked to the door, put his palm on the handle, stopped suddenly, and turned half of his body.

"Mr Malfoy" 

Lucious looked back at Fudge.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Malfoy... Dumbledore actually suspects that you are related to that Riddle." Fudge said a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, Malfoy did not hesitate and immediately threw out another pouch of Gallions.

"Thank you, Lord Minister, for telling me that." Malfoy closed the door with a bang.

After walking out of the Ministry of Magic, Narcissa had been waiting anxiously outside for a long time. When she saw Malfoy coming out, she hurriedly went up to him, took Malfoy's arm, and whispered into her ear: "Is the news true? That person Really..."

"It's true, but no one knows for sure. I heard that he fought Dumbledore and then escaped, he is last seen near Azkaban. Maybe he was planning to rescue those Death Eaters?" This is what Malfoy couldn't figure out.

Now, he needs to go near Azkaban to search for him.

"You go back and write a visitation application, and we go to see Sirius Black. Let's say that he is plotting against the Black family's property."

Narcissa nodded stiffly.

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Cyrus looked ahead.

Azkaban is located in the North Sea, and the temperature here is indeed lower than other places, but it is June after all, so it should not be too cold. The only explanation is that there are a large number of Dementors gathered here.

Dementors have the ability to change the climate. One or two of them can lower the temperature of an area. If a large number of Dementors gather together, they will form a dark world with no daylight.

However, if the plan goes well, then he doesn't care about the guards of Azkaban.

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