I became Voldemort

Chapter 179: Newton Artemis Fido “Newt” Scamander

In the end, having the strongest power meant having the say.

Everything else was just a noble pretext, just like the inscription under the statue in the Ministry of Magic's hall:
"Magic is Might!"

This was also Voldemort's lifelong creed.

From a young age, he used his power to bully the other children in the orphanage. Then, Dumbledore used even greater power to force him into submission.

Voldemort learned not justice, but that the stronger side could make the weaker side bow down in any way they desired.

Indeed, this was the harsh reality, an unchanging law from the moment life began.

Cyrus naturally believed in this truth; otherwise, he wouldn't pursue power so fervently.

However, humans weren't beasts; they couldn't follow only the most basic principles.

He wouldn't be as mad as Voldemort, nor as extreme as Grindelwald, but in any case, mercy was the leniency of the strong, not the right of the weak. Everything should be under his control. 'I don't want to be on the weaker side of the scale..'

Without thinking much, Cyrus stepped out of the elevator, bypassing the Goblin Liaison Office and the Centaur Liaison Office, and continued walking inward.

Magical creatures included not only magical animals but also some humanoid beings, including werewolves, goblins, house-elves, and so on.

There was even a department specifically for studying dragons, but none of these held much interest for Cyrus.

It was getting late, and the entire department was nearly empty. As Cyrus walked further, he suddenly saw a balding middle-aged man holding a wand and locking a door.

The man, hearing footsteps, looked up and showed a surprised expression upon seeing Cyrus:
"Ardoc, haven't you finished for the day?"

"Still got some work to do. By the way, are there any cases of magical creature smuggling, preferably ongoing investigations?" Cyrus showed no concern about being exposed. He responded naturally and directly asked his question.

His composure stemmed from his own strength. Even if he were discovered, so what?

At worst, he could just cast a Confundus Charm.

"Magical creature smuggling?" The middle-aged man looked surprised, giving Cyrus a strange look. "Why are you concerned about that? Aren't you with the Department of Magical Transportation?"

"Those dark wizards smuggle magical creatures into the UK, and any carelessness can cause a stir. Not long ago, there were rumors about a ghost ship in the North Sea."

"This is true. I remember once they even smuggled a mermaid. My goodness!" The wizard clutched his head, looking distressed. "That mermaid sang in the North Sea, causing all the Muggles on the ship to jump overboard!"

Mermaid singing wasn't as enchanting as in fairy tales, especially when they sang out of water—it was practically a sonic weapon!

"Alright, the files are inside. Help yourself. I remember Mr. Scamander is keeping an eye on a batch of smugglers." The man said, tossing the office keys to Cyrus. "I'm off now. Come over to my place sometime. I'd like to introduce you to my son, Cedric! He's a fine lad!"

The middle-aged man left cheerfully as he spoke.

"Cedric Diggory? Oh, he must be Mr. Diggory then."

Cyrus narrowed his eyes but wasn't too surprised.

Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, was indeed the head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and held considerable authority in the Ministry of Magic.

However, this didn't matter much to Cyrus. After all, he was only momentarily surprised to hear the name of a boy who had died before the war began.

Throughout the "Harry Potter" series, Cedric Diggory's death marked a stark division between fairy tale and reality, beauty and brutality, like a twilight ushering in the night.

However, now everything has changed. Perhaps Voldemort will still be resurrected, but what follows will not be a long, dark night and endless sacrifices!

Cyrus retracted his gaze, walked into the office, and picked up the file on the desk.

"Newt Scamander..."

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Newt Scamander was a wizard in his nineties—specifically, ninety-six years old.

Of course, this age, while not particularly young for a wizard, wasn't so old as to be incapacitated. Since his retirement, Newt had more time to spend with magical creatures and had been living with his wife, Tina, in Dorset for many years.

But Newt had never been one to sit idle.

While enjoying his retirement, he still occasionally dealt with magical creature smuggling cases, especially after his grandson reached school age, giving him even more free time.

"Are you sure it's them?" Tina Scamander's eyes, as fierce as those of a fire salamander, glanced towards a group of wizards in black robes from a distance.

"Yes." The nearly centenarian Newt still appeared as shy as ever, his voice distinct, like that of an awkward young man. "You didn't have to come along."

"I get bored at home," Tina said softly, though her excitement was unmistakable in her tone. "Besides, it always reminds me of the old days."

She was, of course, referring to the duel half a century ago against Grindelwald, a battle that determined the fate of both wizards and Muggles.

There's no doubt that if she had attended Hogwarts, she would definitely have been a Gryffindor!

The nearly hundred-year-old woman was now eager and ready to move, impatient to put her old bones to the test.

"Should we act now?"

"No!" Newt hurriedly pulled her back. "We can't alert them. We don't know where they're holding the magical creatures. It's best to wait until they reveal it themselves." Newt's somewhat aged hand fumbled in his pocket for a moment, then he gently cradled a small, furry creature in his palm.

It was a Niffler.

Nifflers are small, platypus-like creatures with a pouch in their belly similar to an undetectable extension charm.

However, this Niffler was different from the familiar one Cyrus had seen in the movies. Its color was a lighter shade.

Cyrus watched as Newt sent the Niffler out. In reality, he had noticed Newt and Tina long ago. These two had very distinctive features, especially Newt's large brown suitcase that seemed to radiate numerous magical echoes.

He glanced at Newt and then at the dark wizards in the distance, lightly tapped his wand in the air, and then walked towards Newt.

"Mr. Scamander."

Newt and Tina were startled by the sudden greeting.

They turned around to see a young man with slicked-back hair, the tips dyed a bit of gold, standing behind them.

"Who are you?"

Newt squinted, watching as the confident young man walked towards him.

For a moment, his vision blurred, and he felt as if he saw a familiar figure. He immediately shivered, as if he had fallen into blue flames.

"Wait, I'm not Dumbledore's favorite student!"

Eh..?

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