Resurrection wasn't Voldemort's only goal.
He also had to consider what would happen after his resurrection.
Just dealing with Cyrus alone was already a massive obstacle, and adding Dumbledore to the equation...
Voldemort understood that if his own power didn't increase, even if he was resurrected, he would still face inevitable death.
He couldn't rely on the slim possibility of Dumbledore and Cyrus turning against each other.
Not to mention the French Ministry of Magic, but over in North America, the change in Ilvermorny's headmaster had gone on for several days without causing much of a stir.
Cyrus had originally thought that the American Magical Congress would surely not sit idly by, but the result was beyond his expectations.
However, it wasn't too surprising. In the magical world, wizarding schools and magical governments weren't necessarily intertwined.
In fact, Ilvermorny's history was almost a bit longer than that of the Magical Congress.
Moreover, although Ilvermorny was located in the United States, it actually catered to the magical authorities of three countries.
The Magical Congress had no authority to interfere in Ilvermorny's affairs.
Some of the little wizards at the school had written letters to their families about the situation, but when those parents learned that Cyrus had obtained the Serpentwood Wand and had been acknowledged by the four house guardians, they were left in awe.
Such a feat was akin to Arthur raising the sword of kings!
It was truly a sign of destiny!
Everything was going smoother than Cyrus had imagined.
During this time, aside from necessary rest, Cyrus spent almost half of his time learning about North America and some of its unique forms of magic.
Although wizards had the ability to travel long distances across continents—using a Portkey, it only took a moment to go from Europe to North America—most wizards preferred to live in isolation, especially ancient wizards who wouldn't leave their homelands for long periods.
The difference in geography also led to different magical practices among wizards.
This even resulted in the formation of distinct magical systems.
Take Transfiguration, for example. The magic to transform a human into an animal existed on different continents, but the principles behind casting the spell weren't exactly the same.
European wizards invented the Animagus, but the young wizards at Uagadou, the magical school in Africa, used a completely different form of magic to transform themselves into lions or elephants.
Unlike the rare Animagus, nearly every wizard who graduated from Uagadou mastered this animal transformation magic.
North America also had its own ancient and unique form of animal transformation magic, passed down from the indigenous peoples. They referred to wizards who could transform into animals as "skinwalkers."
Transfiguration was just one example.
In fact, Ilvermorny had collected many of North America's unique spells, and due to certain historical reasons, even some magical knowledge from other continents had found its way into the school's archives.
Cyrus transformed into a raven, greedily absorbing the vast knowledge. He wished he could move his entire house into the library!
In the eyes of the young witches and wizards, if you wanted to find Cyrus, it was simple—just head to the library!
Fortunately, Cyrus's mind was like a massive Pensieve, otherwise, he would probably never be able to read all of Ilvermorny's knowledge.
Thanks to Cyrus, the library had recently been packed with love-struck young witches.
Each one held a book, but their gazes wandered far beyond the pages, seemingly aimlessly strolling through the library, while in reality, they were searching for that golden figure.
Once they spotted Cyrus, they would casually pass by, pretending it was a coincidence, all the while taking a deep, greedy breath of the air around him.
The bolder ones might even approach him with their homework or a question, making it seem like they were tackling some grand magical mystery!
To these students, Cyrus exhibited immense patience.
In fact, the other half of his time was spent interacting with the students at the school.
Ilvermorny recruited from all over North America, and if handled properly, Cyrus's influence could spread across the entire continent as the students left the school.
This part of the work was simple for Cyrus.
He was powerful, commanding, and possessed absolute strength—naturally, the students who revered strength would follow him.
At the same time, he was approachable and kind, earning the loyalty of those who valued integrity.
And he was handsome and charming, so those young witches, full of romantic longing, were willing to offer him everything—body and soul! WTF!
It wasn't just the young witches and wizards; even the professors quickly developed a huge change of heart toward Cyrus. Among them, the one who had initially harbored the most hostility towards Cyrus, the Black witch Yael Piquery, was the first to shift her attitude.
Perhaps she had already been captivated by Cyrus's appearance? Now she emitting a sense of goodwill—possibly even something more than goodwill...
However, unfortunately for her, Cyrus couldn't muster any real interest in her.
Agilbert Fontaine, too, had been won over during his interactions with Cyrus.
Cyrus's insights into magic far exceeded their comprehension, making it clear that he was more than capable of leading as headmaster.
"If you want to defeat your opponent more efficiently, you must strike where it matters. But remember, the most powerful spell isn't always the best," Cyrus remarked, sitting in a library chair, with a blonde girl standing beside him, holding her textbook.
The girl's gaze was fixed on Cyrus's face, her eyes seemingly following the sway of that single strand of golden hair on his forehead. It was hard to say if she had even heard what Cyrus was saying.
"I heard from Mr. Fontaine that you plan to become an Auror after graduation?" Cyrus asked gently.
"Ah!" The girl seemed startled by the unexpected question, almost jumping in surprise as she instinctively raised her voice, "Yes, sir!"
Luckily, Cyrus had already cast a Muffliato Charm to prevent disturbing the other students in the library.
"That's a good ambition, but being an Auror is a dangerous job," Cyrus continued.
The girl nodded in agreement, glancing around.
In the library, many pairs of eyes were staring at her like predatory wildcats, ready to pounce.
In fact, she felt like she was in danger right at that moment.
"Starting this Friday, I will be hosting a club one or two times a week. I think you should sign up," Cyrus said.
"Is it for selecting the champions?" she asked.
One of the purposes of Cyrus's club was indeed to identify elite students who could serve as champions.
While Cyrus had already set his sights on competing with Dumbledore in the Triwizard Tournament, there was no harm in enjoying some appetizers before the main course.
But more importantly, he needed to cultivate a group of warriors strong enough to follow him.
Voldemort only trusted his own power, which is why he didn't have high standards for his Death Eaters. As long as someone wasn't a Muggle-born and enjoyed torturing Muggles, they could join his ranks.
However, even Voldemort favored those who were particularly gifted.
His most treasured subordinates were of course people like Snape, Bellatrix, Barty Jr., and Regulus...
Pfft~ Too bad three out of the four betrayed him.
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