Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 137 Cyrus: Only losers will be called Dark Lords

"Come out, Tom Riddle, or, as you call yourself now: Cyrus?"

Voldemort's voice was hoarse. He spoke softly, but his voice spread to every corner, as if he was whispering.

There was no other movement in the flames, which made him slightly dissatisfied. But Voldemort was not angry. His anger was reserved for lowly servants and dirty Mudbloods. He was much more tolerant towards someone who might be him.

His fingers were intertwined flexibly, and his back was leaning against the exit of the vault, revealing a wealth of emotions. It was as if he was here to meet old friends he hadn't seen for many years.

"Tom Riddle is the murderer who caused terrorist attacks in Hogwarts this entire school year. He opened the legendary Chamber of Secrets..." Voldemort read softly from the newspaper article.

"When I saw this news, do you know how surprised I was? I was obviously in the dark jungle of Albania, possessed by those humble snakes and rats. But at this time, another one was holding me The person with this name stirred up troubles in Hogwarts and got his freedom.

"I'm very curious - and eager to know who you are."

The facial features on the young wizard's face changed, turning into a gray snake-like face. Of course, unlike the resurrected Voldemort in the original book, he at least looked like he still had a nose now.

"Come on, let me see who you are? Come up to me, don't be shy."

His tone was very tolerant, like a teacher who has enough patience to tolerate children making mistakes.

At this time, the flame burning in the secret vault suddenly changed color. It was no longer red like dragon fire, but turned into a faint blue.

Like the endless bluebells in the wilderness, swaying like waves in the howling wind.

They seemed to be alive, and they actively moved out of the way, revealing a flat open space. Cyrus was standing there with a cold face at the moment, looking at the man who must not even be named through the fire.

The two looked at each other, and Voldemort was immediately stunned.

He had almost forgotten that he was so handsome before.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"I have to say, dyeing the ends of your hair a little blonde really suits you. If I had done the same thing back then, it would have been easier to get the gold cup and pendant."

"I don't plan to tell you these old things. Neither you nor I are the kind of people who like to miss the past, right?" Cyrus was very calm at the moment.

He had not expected to meet Voldemort here, but he did not feel any fear.

A Voldemort holding someone else's body is obviously not in full condition.

Of course, Cyrus himself had only been resurrected not long ago, and his current level of magic was far from what Voldemort was at his peak. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so eager to pursue the power of ancient magic.

If there was a conflict with Voldemort at this moment, it might be hard to say whether he would win or lose.

What's more, the other party is using a body that can be replaced at any time, but his own body has finally been resurrected. There is no need for Cyrus to fight with Voldemort. Even if you win, there will be no benefit.

But if the other party takes the initiative to come to your door, that's another matter.

"You are wrong. In some respects, I care very much about some old objects. For example, I want to know now, what happened to the diary I left behind?" Voldemort's face turned cold, and his voice It also became more severe.

"Interesting question," Cyrus said, imitating Voldemort.

This is not difficult. Voldemort's essence is calm madness. Calmness is just his disguised appearance, and madness is his true inner being.

The moment Cyrus appeared in front of Voldemort, he had already thought of what he was going to say.

He held the exquisite wand in his right hand, always alert to possible battles. But on the surface, he just gracefully crossed in front of him, as if to show himself:

"Right before your eyes!"

At this moment, it seemed like even time was quiet.

For a long time, neither of them spoke or moved, just like wooden men standing in a stalemate. Although neither of their wands were pointed at each other, the smell of gunpowder was strong in the air.

Whether it's communication or fighting, no one can tell.

Cyrus was of course very nervous because he was facing the most powerful dark wizard on the same level as Dumbledore. But he was not afraid.

And he soon realized that Voldemort, like him, was not that confident, and the other party also had concerns.

Whether Voldemort is worried about his lack of strength at the moment, or is not sure whether Cyrus still has the characteristics of a Horcrux at this moment, and dares not take action easily, this is good news for Cyrus.

‘I’m supposed to be in control? ’ Cyrus couldn’t help but think.

He doesn't like to be led by others.

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me."

After making up his mind, he immediately launched a verbal offensive. This move is called preemptive strike, and its main purpose is to make Voldemort confused.

Voldemort was indeed restrained.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You lost to a child, twice!" Cyrus looked at him coldly, as if Voldemort had made him suffer some humiliation.

"That night twelve years ago, the arrogant Dark Lord lost to a one-year-old baby. How ridiculous, what do you think?" Cyrus asked softly. He always kept a distance from Voldemort. The two looked at each other from a distance, and he saw Voldemort's twisted face in the firelight.

"You've been living like this since then? You're just a pathetic person."

"This is false!" Voldemort retorted angrily, "It has nothing to do with Harry Potter at all. I lost to Lily Potter's ancient magic. If it weren't for that magic, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! "

"We all thought you were probably dead." Cyrus continued, the "we" in his mouth referring to the Horcruxes. "After that night, I couldn't sense your existence, so I tried my best to revive you. , continue our great cause. Fortunately, Lucius is still obedient."

Cyrus's words were to help Malfoy excuse himself. After all, his resurrection was indispensable without the help of Lucius. He was not the kind of person who would burn bridges by crossing rivers.

"Lucius, ah, yes, he is a good servant." Voldemort sighed with emotion.

Although it is said that the truly loyal Death Eaters are all in Azkaban, in fact, there are many people like Lucius who excuse themselves. At least Lucius Malfoy does not rely on betraying others like Karkaroff. of being a Death Eater.

"But now, you see, I am not dead. I think you know best. No one has gone further than us on the road to eternal life!" Voldemort couldn't help but feel that every time he mentioned this matter, Pride and pride.

He made an unprecedented number of Horcruxes just so that he could make a comeback at any time.

Although the Horcrux in front of him seemed to be a little out of his control, in his opinion it was harmless.

He believed that he would be the person who understood him best, and if he could join forces with him, then he would no longer have to be afraid of Dumbledore.

Then Voldemort changed his tone, revealing snake-like greed in his words:

"It's different now, isn't it?"

"It is indeed different. You are weaker than before." Cyrus said sarcastically.

He mercilessly uncovered Voldemort's scars, which made Voldemort feel bloody humiliation.

"No, I mean, we can cooperate!" Voldemort's snake eyes flickered, "I have to admit that none of us will be Dumbledore's opponent, but what if the two of us unite? There will never be anyone closer than us in this world, we are the same person!

"Killing Dumbledore is out of the question. Not to mention that we have now found ancient magic—"

The more Voldemort talked, the more excited he became. It seemed that he would conquer Hogwarts and rule the entire UK, Europe and even the whole world.

But Sellers interrupted his impassioned reverie.

"We? Sorry, you made a mistake, it was me. And only me!" Cyrus said indifferently.

The blue flame that stretched between the two seemed to draw a clear line between them.

Hearing this, Voldemort's expression also turned cold, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, as if there was a blood-red river flowing. He stared at Cyrus with his erect pupils for several seconds, and then he lowered his voice and said:

"Are you trying to replace me?"

Cyrus could see that as long as he showed the slightest hint of such an intention, Voldemort would kill him mercilessly.

But now he is not afraid.

"Replace you? I'm not interested in replacing a loser." Cyrus said lightly, "But I have to remind you that after you were defeated by that boy, you hid in the dark jungle of Albania. This happened to many people. I heard it. Dumbledore happened to know about it."

"You don't need to remind me, this is the news I deliberately released. I thought I could wait for a few loyal servants to come and help me resurrect, but, huh..."

Voldemort did not continue to dwell on the topic of whether the Death Eaters were loyal, and continued: "Dumbledore did come to Albania to find me several times. He wanted to kill me completely, but he could not succeed! He didn't take advantage of me at all. Way! As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, I will be immortal!

"But you are different. You were resurrected from the Horcrux. It can even be said that you may be the Horcrux itself. You can be destroyed." Voldemort tempted, "Come on, come back to me through the fire. In this way, you There will no longer be threats of death.”

"Really? Then have you ever thought about it, you stayed in that stinky sewer for ten years without waiting for a servant, why in the year when the boy was about to go to Hogwarts, a man who was about to serve as a black magician Why did the wizard who taught the defense class go to Albania by coincidence?

“Have you ever thought about who reached your ears with the news that the Philosopher’s Stone can revive you?

"Have you ever wondered why my escape from Azkaban spread across such a long distance to Albaria? Who wanted you to know this news?

"Who sent this dark wizard in front of you and made him your container?"

The more Cyrus spoke, the uglier Voldemort's expression became.

He now began to realize a terrible fact——

And Cyrus helped him tell the truth that he didn't dare to face directly.

"It's Dumbledore!"

"You're not too stupid. I thought that making so many Horcruxes has made your mind unclear." Cyrus laughed, "He wants to verify the prophecy between the Dark Lord and the child. Not really, he wants to see if Lily Potter's magic is still working. Now, he wants to see what kind of reaction the two Voldemorts will have after they meet, so you can stand in front of me, understand? "

Voldemort felt choked by Cyrus' words.

Voldemort originally lived in Dumbledore's shadow, the only person he feared.

Now, there is someone - this person may be himself to a large extent - telling him that everything about him is controlled by Dumbledore. If Dumbledore lets him live, he will live. If Dumbledore lets him huddle in Albania, he can only survive as a filthy beast.

Of course, he wasn't scared of Dumbledore yet.

Horcruxes were his strength. As long as Dumbledore couldn't destroy all his Horcruxes, he wouldn't die.

As long as he doesn't die, he can always survive the old guy.

What's more, now that Cyrus is there, the two of them can join forces. If he couldn't defeat Dumbledore alone, could two of them be defeated?

"I think he must think that we are narrow-minded and can't tolerate each other. He hopes to see us kill each other." Voldemort laughed, "But he is wrong. There is no way I can do anything to my own Horcrux."

But Cyrus didn't laugh.

Suddenly he realized a very serious problem.

After traveling through time, he did merge with a small piece of Voldemort's incomplete soul.

Maybe he was indeed Voldemort's humanoid Horcrux just like Harry.

After Voldemort was defeated by the magic of love, the connection with the previous Horcruxes was severed, so that Cyrus had never considered this issue before.

But now, he may have to face it.

He didn't want an extreme person like Voldemort to live, and at the same time, he didn't want to exchange his own death for Voldemort's death.

"If that's what he wants, then we can't do what he wants!" Voldemort said seriously, "And once we join forces, Dumbledore won't have anything to worry about."

Cyrus came out of his worries. It was useless to think too much now. The top priority was to solve the immediate trouble.

As for Voldemort's talk of joining forces, he had no hope. If the two of them can join forces, can't Dumbledore find help? There is also a wizard in Nurmengard who has been widowed for half a century!

Although Grindelwald is also a dangerous person, he is completely different from a madman like Voldemort. If Dumbledore really felt that the situation was irreversible, Cyrus wasn't sure he would seek Grindelwald's help.

At that time, even if he and Voldemort join forces, there will be no advantage.

Grindelwald himself is a wizard who is not inferior to Dumbledore. It can be said that several of them are at the same level, and even if there is a difference, it will not be huge. Moreover, Dumbledore also has the Elder Wand and the Order of the Phoenix who are willing to sacrifice their lives for a noble cause, while Grindelwald has a loyal Wiccan Party.

These are not comparable to those idle Death Eaters.

All in all, Cyrus was not optimistic about joining forces with Voldemort.

What's more, he himself and Voldemort are not the same people.

He didn't care whether Voldemort lived or died, and there was absolutely no need to confront Dumbledore.

What good would it do him to face off against the greatest wizard of the century?

Cyrus just wants to get ancient magic and become stronger.

"Come on, come over. We are the same person, and we are closer than brothers." Voldemort was still waving to him, "We are born to have power, and we can become the Dark Lord who brings fear!"

"I have no interest in bringing fear to others. What's more -" Cyrus shook his head and looked at Voldemort contemptuously.

"Only losers are called Dark Lords!"

Two in one today

Also thanks to 117 of the cat taking a nap!

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