Chapter 101: The other side of Tom Riddle

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The golden eagle spread its wings and flew across the sparkling sea, breaking the waves that were coming against it with its wings.

It didn't take long for the high-flying eagle to see the coastline in the distance.

He is back in England again.

In the sky, a lone Dementor can be seen wandering from time to time. Two prisoners suddenly vanished from Azkaban, and Fudge would not sit idle or else his name will be tarnished.

A large number of Dementors were wandering over the city, making the sky all over London suddenly dark. The thick gray clouds looked like a sketch that had been heavily daubed with a pencil. Even the temperature dropped several degrees.

This is probably the coldest summer in the UK in decades.

The city is filled with low-temperature condensed water mist. It seems as if the city has suddenly returned to decades ago and turned back into the "fog city". However, compared to that time, London now is at least much cleaner.

The London that Cyrus remembered right now and London's condition at present looked the same that Riddle had seen when he was young. The fog was thick, the roads were full of filth, bugs, and rats were wandering in the damp sewer mouths, and the ground was sticky as if a big bucket of sweet water had been poured on all the ground.

It was no cleaner than the secret passage leading to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Judging from Riddle's memories alone, Cyrus thought he was justified in hating Muggles.

He grew up in an orphanage, especially in those days when children from places like that were rarely successful. More often than not, they become gangsters, no different from rats in the gutter.

It doesn't matter if they haven't read books or can't read, but due to the environment, most would get acquainted with thugs and have a bad influence in their teens. Most of them will become the dirty gangsters of the neighborhood, like porcupines covered with thorns, struggling in the mud.

The most important thing is that they didn't accept Riddle after he got admitted to a 'good' school according to them, and Riddle also disdains to be mixed with them.

When they faced Riddle, an outlier in their group, their instinctive exclusivity did not allow them to get along safely. They would not want to see Riddle, a man who should be as humble as them, encounter a turning point in life and behave like a dignified individual.

Not to mention Riddle's previous attitude towards them.

Sadly, Riddle, who was already attending Hogwarts at the time, suddenly lost all his fear of these Muggle children.

- But he is forbidden to use magic.

And this restraint is very big for him as Riddle never wants to be forced to leave the magical world.

Not many people would have thought that Voldemort, who possessed terrifying magic and brought the shadow of death and fear to people, would always be scarred every time he returned to school.

Voldemort's past as Riddle flashed back before Cyrus' eyes.

Dumbledore tried to teach Riddle not to do bad things, but he used the wrong method and did not consider the future.

The fear others have of you when you have magical power, your helplessness after encountering a stronger power, and the bullying you receive when you don't dare to use your power...

All this makes Riddle even more convinced that magic is power!

Of course, this is not Dumbledore's fault, and it should not be used as an excuse to defend Riddle.

Cyrus' mood became slightly depressed. He felt as if he was watching a gray mime movie. The absurdly presented scenes were like Chaplin's classic comedy, but they also made people feel sad.

He knew this was the magic of this "fog". The soul-eating monsters hidden in the mist are like greedy blood-sucking insects, sucking away the happy emotions from people. Even he was a little affected.

So Cyrus immediately closed his brain and stopped Riddle's memories from attacking and eroding him.

His amber pupils reflected the ugly shadow of the Dementor.

These guys are self-serving, and the huge world outside is like a cafeteria where they can eat, but at least for now, they are still restrained and do not directly attack the Muggles, just making them feel a little depressed.

Aurors also patrol the Muggle and Wizarding worlds.

Of course, in comparison, they were more worried about Sirius. In their eyes, this "Death Eater" who killed dozens of lives at once was far more harmful than Cyrus.

But having said that, if the Aurors saw Cyrus, there was no reason not to arrest him.

Cyrus really wanted to capture another Dementor for study.

The Dementor he captured last time died under his mutated Patronus Spell before he had time to do more magic research, well, now he knows how to kill them so one expect of the research was successful. Now he needs another specimen. But it's obviously not appropriate now.

If the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic saw an eagle attacking a dementor in public, then even a fool would think that there was something wrong with the eagle.

Cyrus wandered around in the sky, found a hidden corner and changed back to his original appearance.

With a flick of his wrist, the wand fell from his sleeve.

Generally speaking, Animagus shapeshifters can turn their clothes into animal fur, but it is impossible to turn their wands into part of their bodies.

They either hide their wands beforehand or simply carry them with them in their mouths.

However, Cyrus broke this iron rule. When he performed the Animagus transformation, he also turned the wand into a feather on his body.

He landed lightly, but still caught the attention of these Azkaban guards.

There seemed to be a Dementor patrolling in the alley not far away. After hearing the noise, it immediately rushed over here.

Cyrus freely used the wand to lightly brush his face, and the muscles on his face began to tremble as if he had drunk a compound potion. When Cyrus raised his head again, it had transformed into another appearance.

Even the clothes were transformed by his magic from a loose robe into a crisp suit.

He raised his chin and tugged on his tie, turning a blind eye to the dementors that kept approaching him. He just pretended to shrink when he passed by it, and then continued to walk straight and magnanimously out of the narrow alley.

There were several Aurors patrolling the streets nearby. They were all dressed as Muggles. After all, they were well-trained Aurors and would not make any outrageous mistakes in their clothing.

But Cyrus still saw the wands stuck in their waists.

He walked past them calmly.

He clearly felt the Auror's eyes lingering on him for a long time. But he didn't panic at all. He walked into the subway entrance skillfully like all other Muggles and passed through the subway turnstiles with ease.

This series of operations immediately dispelled any suspicion the Aurors had about him.

In other words, there was no doubt from the beginning.

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