Fudge, just like the previous timeline, is very busy these days, but this time with different news than the previous times.
Unlike the previous time where 'Tom' had fleed and Fudge had to order the Aurors to search for him, in this timeline, the heir who caused trouble inside Hogwarts has been caught.
Well, no one knows what happened in the previous timeline, do they?
'A man named "Tom Riddle" was behind all that disturbance inside the school'
In fact, that person has been arrested for almost half a month, but all the court procedures were just completed today.
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 before he was taken to Azkaban.
Unexpectedly, that man didn't look fierce at all. If anything, Fudge felt that he was quite talented, 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 neither complained about injustice nor admitted anything he had done.
In fact, the boy didn't want to say a word other than saying he had changed his name to "Cyrus." Since he had already told Dumbledore about his name before regressing, he naturally didn't contradict himself.
And he kept smiling at Dumbledore during the trial.
'Even Dumbledore himself was a little confused.'
But no matter what, the boy was already on his way to Azkaban. 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."
The same thing happened and Lucious entered the office, but this time he had slightly different reasons to come here than the previous time.
Malfoy walked straight to Fudge's table and slammed a full bag in front of Fudge. "Dear Mr. Minister, 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 be caught and sent to Azkaban?"
Fudge almost threw himself on the big bag of gold galleons, beaming with joy:
"Dumbledore caught him personally. Is that still false? "
"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.
"I wonder if I have the right to see Mr. Tom Riddle?"
"In principle, it's not possible. Let me tell you, Mr. Malfoy. Dumbledore actually suspects that you are related to Riddle." Fudge said a little embarrassed.
Hearing this, Malfoy did not hesitate and immediately threw out a large sum of Galleons.
Fudge took a deep breath and rubbed his fat hands together uncontrollably: "I heard that Mrs. Malfoy has two relatives in Azkaban? Why don't you go and visit them? I don't think anyone has the right to disagree with the qualifications."
"Thank you, Lord Minister, for your advice." Malfoy closed the door with a bang.
Narcissa had been waiting anxiously outside,
"Is the news true? That person Really..."
"It's true, but no one knows whether he was really imprisoned or did it on purpose. I heard that he kept smiling during the trial. Maybe he was planning to rescue those Death Eaters?" Lucious explained.
"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 faced the floor, his hands were fastened behind his back by magic, his legs were bent, and his originally meticulous black hair fell down, blocking his sight.
The prison car kept moving forward. He didn't know how long it took before he heard thunder coming from outside. At the same time, the temperature in the air began to drop.
Cyrus immediately realized that he was now close to Azkaban.
'We are here again, huh..'
The hair on his forehead was shaking. Suddenly, a hair fell down and turned into a green leaf in front of his eyes. Cyrus quickly raised his chin to catch the blade and put it in his mouth.
These are the leaves of mandrake. Cyrus just picked a few pieces thinking they might be useful. Unexpectedly, they have become his life-saving straw now.
Half a month ago, the night he was caught by Dumbledore, he had already thought about how to escape from Dumbledore's clutches without risking his life and letting him know about his origins.
Becoming an animagus is the best way.
It wasn't easy to do, but it was his last resort and today was a full moon.
To complete the Animagus transformation, he needed several other materials. He was betting that Lucius Malfoy would definitely come to Azkaban to visit him after he found out that he was in prison.
"Your journey has come to an end, Tom Riddle."
The prison carriage pulled by the Thestrals suddenly stopped. The wind outside the carriage was like the roar of a huge machine, which made the Auror driving the carriage have to shout at the top of his lungs.
But without the other party's reminder, Cyrus himself could clearly detect the difference here.
The restraining magic on Cyrus' body was partially released, but his hands were still tightly locked, and his whole body was hit hard on the floor of the prison car. The Auror reached out and grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up.
This was a very muscular Auror with gray hair and no smile at all.
But in a place like this, even the most optimistic person might not be able to laugh. Cyrus learned the other party's name, John Delis when he was being put into the prison van.
"Get down!" Delis pulled Cyrus out of the prison car without ceremony.
The wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to stand.
If he wanted to become an Animagus, he could not do without the moonlight. First, he needs to hold a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a full month, and this must be from one full moon to the second full moon.
Cyrus deliberately remained silent during the trial in order to delay the trial and wait for the full moon.
The first step is just a time requirement, but the second step is inseparable from the magic of moonlight. On the second full moon, he would put the leaves soaked in his saliva into a small transparent bottle and let it receive pure moonlight.
But there is no moonlight in Azkaban. He must have not paid it much thought in the previous run.
In this way, even if he has superb magic power and can use his fingers instead of wands, what is the use of letting Lucius secretly deliver dew and the pupae of the Demon-faced Hawkmoth?
A sense of powerlessness began to sprout from his heart, and it grew rapidly, turning into despair and spreading quickly.
He felt like a pitiful and weak candle looming in the endless storm. The tiny flame of hope was fragile and would be extinguished in an instant...
His body was shivering with cold, as if he had fallen into a sea of ice.
"Go inside quickly!"
Delis's cold and powerful roar suddenly pulled Cyrus out of despair.
He suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was just that there was no moonlight in Azkaban. There was no solution. Although it was a little more troublesome, it was not to the point where he suddenly fell into despair.
While being pointed by Delis with his wand towards the gray tower, he raised his head——
The Dementors had already floating on top of him. It was this thing that sucked away the hope in Cyrus's heart just now, making him suddenly become negative and not want to think about anything.
Delis seemed to be very disgusted and afraid of these monsters. He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer. He just waited to send Cyrus to the prison and immediately left this frightening place.
"It is indeed the fifth house of Hogwarts. It is really magnificent." Cyrus made the same joke he had made the last time because he was not alone this time. He and Delis walked through the tomb, and Delis was not interested in Cyrus' little humor at all.
"So, Mr. Auror, nobody is gonna welcome me, heh"
"How come I heard that the people in Azkaban are very nice to talk to and that they are all talents? I thought there should be at least one big welcome party, a chair, and a hat at the door and chant, 'Cyrus, Azkaban,' and then some applause."
He didn't expect Delis to answer him, but in fact, the corner of the big man's mouth curved slightly, revealing a cruel smile:
"Nice talk? I didn't expect you to be crazy before you even went to jail!
"When you see those prisoners who are sentenced to life imprisonment like you, you will know how nice and welcoming they are."
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