Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

“I don’t hang out with losers.ൠ”

"You dare to call me a loser?" Voldemort's voice was sharp, like a pitiful person who screamed after being stabbed in a painful spot. But he quickly calmed down, "I didn't lose. Don't just see temporary success or failure. Whoever lives longer is the winner."

"I can guarantee that Dumbledore will die before me. And I will bring death to him with my own hands."

He was full of confidence, and it wasn't just big talk.

Voldemort in his heyday was actually a little behind Dumbledore who had the Elder Wand, otherwise he wouldn't be so afraid of him. But on the other hand, even though Dumbledore had the invincible Elder Wand, he could not completely defeat him.

For Voldemort, who possessed a Horcrux, the power he possessed at that time may not be his end. On the path of magic, it is still possible for him to go further.

It is said that young people are afraid of boxing. In fact, wizards are similar. If they are as old as Nicoléme, even if they have huge magical power, they will only be paper tigers. There is no threat at all in a fight of the same level.

But Sellers wasn't going to mess with that.

No matter how powerful Voldemort is, it is only the power of radical violence. Everything about him is visible. Not to mention, he himself has inherited Voldemort's talent and is even better. Now that he has the foundation to learn ancient magic, he believes that his future will not be inferior to Voldemort's.

But Dumbledore is different. In addition to being strong, what is even more terrifying is that he has unparalleled wisdom. Cyrus didn't want to be clearly arranged by him, otherwise he wouldn't know how he died.

Seeing that Cyrus didn't answer for a long time, Voldemort understood what he meant.

He grew colder.

"It looks like our conversation is going to end on bad terms."

"It's obvious."

"I never thought that when I was in school, I would be so cowardly, not daring to face Dumbledore? Was he scared out of my wits?" Voldemort sneered, staring at Cyrus who had the face of his boyhood with snake-like eyes.

Cyrus felt paralyzed by those eyes, as if a slight electric current was flowing through him.

He sensed danger.

"Since you don't want to, why not give me the secret of ancient magic."

Voldemort took a step forward in the fire, and his powerful momentum caused the flames to bend, like a rice field swept by a strong wind.

He finally took off his disguise completely and revealed his greedy look. His face at this moment was still humanoid, but it looked more like a python intending to swallow its prey alive.

"Take it out, Cyrus! Don't wear down my patience!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The ancient magic is right in front of you, but you can't see it." Cyrus whispered, "It's like Muggles who can't see the power of magic."

His words irritated Voldemort.

Voldemort himself was deeply resentful of the lowly Muggle half of his body.

That bloodline shamed him, was his eternal stain, and was his most intimate secret.

Now Cyrus directly compared him to a Muggle, which annoyed him.

He stared at Cyrus, wondering if he shouldn't have added so many memories when he made the first Horcrux, or if he should have given it too much ability to think. So much so that he created a personality that dared to defy him.

Something that is not under your control is ultimately a threat.

He finally made up his mind.

Originally, Voldemort did not intend to take action against Cyrus, because he did not know whether Cyrus after resurrection was still a Horcrux, and he did not want to destroy his own Horcrux with his own hands.

But now he figured it out.

Magic is power!

Voldemort's thoughts returned to the night before Halloween twelve years ago, the ancient magic that defeated him!

With that kind of power, killing Dumbledore was no problem, and losing one or two Horcruxes was nothing. Anyway, I still have so many Horcruxes, so many that it doesn’t hurt even if one is missing.

What's more, the person in front of him knows too many secrets about himself. If he is unwilling to stand on the same side as himself, then he should be allowed to disappear forever!

The faint blue flame is still burning continuously, and the reflection on the water surface looks like a blooming flower field.

Cyrus did not dare to look away from Voldemort.

He originally didn't intend to provoke the other party, but then he thought about it, could it be that he was so timid when facing a Voldemort who had not yet been resurrected?

A weak Voldemort would be a problem for him, but not a threat.

What breaks the tense atmosphere is a bright spell!

Voldemort launched his attack without warning, and he did not intend to give Cyrus any time to react. When dealing with an enemy that may be dangerous to him, he is far less calm than the duel with Harry in the original book.

The power of this spell was very strong, and the light looked extraordinary. Before the spell exploded, the ground beneath my feet, which looked like water, rippled violently.

The flame was bent!

He wanted to catch Cyrus off guard, but he underestimated Cyrus.

Cyrus' golden pupils reflected light.

Voldemort's every move was like a slowed down silhouette in his eyes. His dynamic vision was so strong that he reacted immediately when Voldemort raised his wand.

Although this kind of dynamic vision cannot speed up his own speed, it can allow him to detect every move of the enemy during the battle and grasp every battle detail.

Just like this moment!

When the magic spell flew towards him, the flames in front of Cyrus suddenly started to stir!

The fire is rising!

The flames spontaneously formed a wall in front of Cyrus, and the powerful spell created a vacuum in the fire shield. The shattered sparks dissipated in front of Cyrus' eyes like blue butterflies.

This is the power of Voldemort, just a single spell has such huge power.

But soon, the surrounding flames spread back and surrounded Cyrus, like a blue flower with petals gathered to protect the stamen in the center.

Voldemort took the initiative to sound the horn of battle, and Cyrus naturally did not intend to kneel down. He raised his wand high, and under his control, blue flames surged up to the dome. In the flames, there was a fire dragon with devil's horns. Rushing towards Voldemort.

But his attack had little effect.

Voldemort used fire to deal with fire. The fire, which was more ferocious than the fire shield, turned into a big snake and fought with the fire dragon.

The flaming monster bites with its fangs and fights with its body.

On the other hand, the real old fire dragon in the secret vault was shivering in the corner at the moment, not daring to move at all.

The duel between the two became more and more intense, with all kinds of spells flying everywhere. This battle was enough to prove how powerful Voldemort was. If you really want to say it, the magical power in Cyrus's body at this moment is definitely more than that of Voldemort who has not yet been resurrected.

The opponent only controls the body of an ordinary dark wizard, but even so, he can still compete with Cyrus with his superb magic knowledge.

The knowledge that Voldemort learned during the years of traveling after graduating from Hogwarts is immeasurable. Anyone who really regards him as a fool who can only chew big melons would be truly stupid!

The spells he cast at will were extremely powerful.

There were many black magics that Cyrus had never seen before, but they were even more terrifying than the Death Curse.

The reason the Unforgivable Curses are so famous is not because they are extremely powerful, but because they have no counterspells. In fact, many Dark Curses are more powerful than the Killing Curse.

Cyrus' actual combat experience is far less than that of Voldemort, but fortunately, Fire Shield is both a powerful spear and a solid shield. Most spells cannot penetrate the Fire Shield's defenses. Cyrus felt like he was an artillery bombardment standing in a fortress. He didn't have to worry too much about dodging, he just needed to output with all his strength.

Of course, Voldemort was not stupid either. He quickly realized that the fire released by Cyrus was not an ordinary protective magic.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you like this?" He laughed coldly, twirled his wand slightly, and blocked one of Cyrus's spells with an iron armor spell. Then, his body shook and he threw it out like lightning. A spell!

No!

Not just one!

The magic spell at the front was like a black sun flying out, exploding the flames.

Voldemort's snake eyes reflected Cyrus standing in the flames in the vacuum zone.

He showed a cruel smile, and before the flames gathered together again, several more spells suddenly appeared from the shadow of the previous one! Those dark green black curses struck towards Cyrus like shadows.

They passed through the fire shield and were only a few centimeters away from Cyrus.

Voldemort saw Cyrus' shocked expression through the cracks in the flames that had begun to gather.

next moment--

A violent explosion erupted in the center of the flame!

boom! ! !

The indestructible fire shield was destroyed from the inside, and the shock wave caused by the explosion shattered the layers of flames!

The entire secret vault was filled with blue flame debris, and the sparks swept through every corner of the secret vault like a storm, blasting the gorgeous carved beams and painted buildings with cracks.

Voldemort stood proudly in the fire.

"This is what I'm good at!"

He seemed to be standing in the wilderness, surrounded by blue butterflies. He seemed to be full of life and the breeze was blowing.

Of course, the impact of the explosion was actually scorching, and the blue sparks continued to burn Voldemort's skin. They show no signs of dying out, but instead plan to take root like dandelions.

Where the fire butterfly fell, the flame rose again.

The flames carried such a paralyzing sting that even the fire dragon flinched.

The proud expression on Voldemort's face suddenly disappeared.

Because he saw the figure standing in the flames.

Cyrus looked the same as before, except that his golden eyes seemed brighter. His right hand holding the wand hung down by his side, and his left hand stretched forward, with lightning flashing in his palm, grabbing a dark green thing.

That was one of the dark curses that Voldemort had just fired.