Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

There is actually someone on the back of the fire dragon!

Kingsley's first reaction was that it was an elf dragon tamer, but he soon noticed that the figure's body proportions did not match those of an elf at all. ɯoɔ˙xnɥs is a short stone pier. Their arms are almost as high as their bodies, and their palms can almost reach the ground.

But the figure in front of him is very well-proportioned. Even if it is placed in the closet of a robe shop and used as a display model, it is more than enough.

Kingsley still wanted to see his face clearly, but he soon noticed that the man on the dragon's back seemed to be dodging someone's attack. Those terrible black curses broke through the flames and shot towards the fire dragon like incendiary bombs with billowing smoke.

The aging fire dragon was tired of dodging. Fortunately, the people on the back of the fire dragon cast protective spells. Those spells exploded on their own every time they were about to hit the fire dragon. And those spells that missed were scattered in all directions, causing the cave to tremble. Large rocks were blown into pieces, and the flying gravel penetrated the steel track like a shotgun!

Kingsley now knew what that terrible tremor had been about.

But this surprised him even more.

One person's spell could actually cause such a strong shock wave that it made the entire Gringotts shake. If he hadn't known that Dumbledore was now at Hogwarts and the Dark Lord was missing, he would have almost thought that the people fighting in the cave at the moment were the two most powerful wizards.

Cyrus rode on the dragon, and the damp wind from the cave blew against his face.

A few minutes ago, they were fighting in the secret vault. Voldemort cast many spells, but they could not break through Cyrus's defense, and Cyrus's attacks had little effect on Voldemort. He still underestimated Voldemort's abilities, but at the same time, Voldemort also underestimated him.

Neither of them can help each other.

Afterwards, the defense mechanism of the secret vault was activated, and huge stone statues emerged from the ground like water, attacking Cyrus and Voldemort indiscriminately.

Of course, in fact, the stone statue was not a threat to them. The two of them almost unanimously shot a magic spell and smashed it into pieces. However, due to the appearance of the stone statues, the secret vault began to collapse.

At the same time, the fire dragon also went crazy.

It breathed fire and roared.

Seeing this, Cyrus did not hesitate to use a spell to blow up the ground at Voldemort's feet, and then quickly cast a counter-curse of the flying spell, forcing Voldemort to stay in the secret vault. And he himself took advantage of the chaos to ride on the dragon's back and flew out directly.

After rushing out of the secret vault, he did not forget to blow up the door of the secret vault, allowing the collapsed building to completely bury Voldemort.

However, Cyrus did not expect to be able to defeat Voldemort so easily. In fact, it only took more than ten seconds for Voldemort to break the counter-curse of the Flying Curse. This was originally a spell he invented himself, and it would be easy to break it. As for the rubble blocking him, it can only be solved with a single spell.

He directly blasted the passage with flames.

That red fire was simply the anger condensed in Voldemort's chest!

At this moment, he lost most of his body like poisonous smoke in a raging fire, and his whole body was surrounded by black mist.

He rushed out of the flames, following the trail of Cyrus and the Fire Dragon, firing attack after attack from his wand. In the dark cave, it was like a blinking signal light.

"Fight back, Cyrus! Is this all you can do?" He yelled sharply, his voice echoing in the cave.

"Show me your ancient magic!"

Voldemort kept provoking, and he was in a complicated mood at the moment.

On the one hand, he was tired and annoyed that he had not been able to capture Cyrus for so long. It could be seen that the time he spent had far exceeded his expectations; on the other hand, he was excited about Cyrus' power at the moment.

He had already seen that the thunder and lightning released by Cyrus before was probably ancient magic.

I have to say, it is indeed amazingly powerful. It can even wrap around the body to catch his black magic attacks.

He is extremely jealous and desires the same power.

And his voice also reached the ears of Kingsley and other Aurors.

The black wizard's face turned darker than before.

It's Tom Riddle again.

All the troubles during this period seemed to be caused by Tom Riddle. Of course, he called himself Cyrus. But no matter what his name is, the important thing is that he is everywhere.

Vault Attack, Azkaban Prison Break, Highland Incident, and now Gringotts.

Also an escaped prisoner, Sirius Black is much more honest. And Kingsley heard rumors that Black's case might be overturned?

He didn't have time to think too much, because the goblins once again shamelessly dumped their sins on them.

"It's Tom Riddle! That brutal prison escapee! He killed our compatriots! Now he broke into our vault! Why didn't you arrest him earlier?" The goblin widened his protruding eyes and roared through gritted teeth.

He scolded the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic as useless, and the wizards as useless things. If the goblins controlled the magical world, this would never happen. It never occurred to them that the Ministry of Magic had no involvement in Gringotts' affairs.

But Kingsley at least felt they were right.

That is, once goblins control the magical world, wizards will never be allowed to have wands. Naturally, wizards would not break into Gringotts.

The battle in the cave continues.

The fire dragon flew higher and higher, and was about to reach the top. Kingsley's heart was in his throat, but suddenly, he saw the black figure chasing behind emitting a terrifying curse. Then, the spell was cast on the protective spell around the fire dragon.

It must have blocked it, he thought.

However, the time seemed to be different from what he expected. The fire dragon closed its wings for some reason and fell suddenly!

He was horrified to see it, but Cyrus, who was standing on the back of the fire dragon, was calm.

The fire dragon was not hit, but he took the initiative to drive the fire dragon and fell down.

Voldemort had caused him so much trouble, how could he not return a big gift?

He wasn't worried at all about the dangers of fighting Voldemort.

Voldemort forcibly possessed the dark wizard, and now he was engaged in such a high-intensity battle that the dark wizard's body could not hold on for long. In a protracted war, the final winner will only be Cyrus.

He tilted his head slightly.

A bright black slash passed through his ear with the wind. It blew away the ends of his hair and illuminated his pupils.

Even if it missed, it still hurt the tips of Cyrus' ears.

This spell is very similar to the Separation Curse, also known as Shen Feng Wu Ying, and may have been modified based on that spell. Voldemort reduced the number of blades and greatly enhanced their power.

One blow left a deep mark on the top of the cave!

Cyrus stepped on the dragon's spine and conjured a rope from his wand to trap the fire dragon. He held the rope with one hand and Thunderbolt's spear with the other.

The fire dragon swooped down towards Voldemort, like a train carriage coming towards him!

Cyrus holds a thunderbolt, like a god!

"Thunder crackle!"

The tearing sound spread to every corner of the cave.

After the thunderbolt was thrown out, it instantly became the only light in the cave!

In that dark night, falling lightning!

Kingsley felt as if the thunder sounded in his ears, as if a pair of sharp claws had pierced his beating heart and tore the flesh and blood from his chest. His eardrums hurt from the ringing, and it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness again.

When I looked down further, the flames in the cave disappeared. Without this huge light source, he could see nothing.

The cave was pitch black, as if no fire dragon, lightning, or fire had appeared, and the battle was just their illusion.

But the rock walls that were still shattering, the caves that collapsed, and the rocks that crashed into the deep abyss, and the loud rumbling sounds from the rocks constantly reminded him that those battles just now were all real and genuine!

Cyrus kept going.

He saw the lightning strike Voldemort, and also saw Voldemort falling uncontrollably into the dark abyss like a crashed rocket.

But his current target is not Voldemort himself, but the Horcruxes hidden in Gringotts.

Gold cup!

He happened to know where the Lestrange family's treasury was.

While searching for the key to Vault 12, he returned to Azkaban and communicated with Lucius Malfoy. At that time, he asked these questions in passing, and it really came in handy now.

Of course, he didn't have the key.

But now, there is no need for the key.

The old fire dragon failed to stop the car, or its eyes were a little confused, and it hit the door of the vault. Shocked to the point of dizziness.

What’s interesting is that this door looks like it’s made of wood, but it’s unexpectedly strong. It wasn’t damaged even when a fire dragon hit it.

Cyrus jumped off the dragon's back and drew out his wand:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Boom!"

The ground shook, and the dust blew out like a gust of wind. The door was blown away, leaving nothing but a hole.

The cave was stuffed from floor to ceiling with gold coins and gold goblets, silver armor, the furs of various exotic animals with spines or hanging wings, potions in aquariums, and a man still wearing a crown. skull.

Cyrus doesn't care about money, and everything here is under a spell, a fire spell, a copy spell.

Anyone who touches them will be burned by fire; anyone who causes them to collide will be reborn. But copied things have no value.

These two spells were performed quite well. If Cyrus hadn't known about them in advance, he might have fallen victim to them accidentally. But now, it is naturally useless.

"All curses end!"

He pierced the wand into the ground, and the power of the spell began to spread. After covering the gold coins and gems, the spell on them was immediately broken.

He stepped on the piles of gold coins, and every step made a clanking sound of metal collision. This was the sound of wealth, but it was only worthy of his feet.

His purpose was clear, and he only cared about the Gold Cup from the beginning. And that golden cup——

He didn't know what Bella was thinking. Maybe she regarded it as the Dark Lord's highest reward, so she placed it in the most conspicuous position, right in the center of the vault, at the highest place!

Almost to the ceiling.

It is entirely golden and does not look particularly luxurious among the four relics. The cup is not big, with a badger carved on it and two ears on both sides of the cup.

Cyrus took it in his hand and weighed it. The cup felt full of weight to him.

He didn't destroy the golden cup immediately. It would be too wasteful to destroy it directly.

After all, it is a relic left by the Big Four. It is said that the Golden Cup can conjure delicious food out of thin air. Cyrus is actually very interested in this incredible power.

You know, even in the wizarding world there are many rules that cannot be changed. One of them is that food cannot be conjured out of thin air.

At most it can only be summoned or copied.

These laws are like the laws of physics that sustain the magical world. But Jinbei broke one of them.

What's more, the connection between the Golden Cup and Voldemort has been severed, and Voldemort probably doesn't know if it is destroyed now. Even if Cyrus wants to destroy the golden cup, he will give Voldemort a huge blow in front of him.

He conjured a pocket in his robe, placed the cup in it, and cast a spell to prevent it from falling out.

Naturally, he did not let go of the mountains of glittering gold coins and gems at his feet. Although Cyrus didn't care much about treasures, he had not forgotten that he promised Hermione to give them gifts at Christmas.

This can't cost Malfoy money, right?

After walking out of the vault, he looked towards the bottom of the cave. His extremely strong eyesight allowed him to see far and clearly in the dark.

He saw Voldemort lying weakly on the ground in the deepest part of the cave, his face pale.

The lightning spell was indeed powerful, and Cyrus believed that it had caused some damage to Voldemort, but it would never have made him so weak.

The only explanation is that his possessed body is on the verge of collapse, and the borrowed things are not his after all.

Cyrus laughed coldly and fired another spell from his wand. The spell was like a red meteor falling from the sky. But even the weak Voldemort would not be solved like this.

He gave up the wizard's body without hesitation, turned into a black mist and separated from the other person's body, and then condensed into a terrifying appearance in front of Cyrus's eyes.

"Cyrus, don't think you've won!" A snake-like face emerged from the shadow and steam, and the scarlet eyes could be seen full of hatred.

"Otherwise you still win?" Cyrus sneered. The movements of his hands did not stop. He knew that Voldemort could not be killed for the time being, but whether he could be killed or not was one thing, and whether he could be imprisoned was another.

With a wave of his wand, the rubble in the cave gathered together as if alive, completely surrounding Voldemort who had turned into a ball of black smoke, and then locked him tightly like an earth-exploding star.

But even so, the thick fog is still overflowing along the cracks in the rock.

Cyrus noticed this and immediately turned the rock into an airtight glass bottle. The black smoke in the bottle was looking for an outlet like a flowing ocean current, but it could only swirl around feebly inside.

Cyrus raised his eyebrows, reached out, took the glass bottle in his hand, and raised it to his eyes.

His golden eyes were reflected in the glass.

The black mist in the bottle twisted its "body" and finally pointed the part that could be called a face at Cyrus. Cyrus couldn't even see his facial features clearly, but he could clearly feel the anger of the other person at this moment.

"Do you like your new home, Voldemort?" Cyrus asked softly.

"Do you think you trapped me?" The black mist made a sharp voice, and before Cyrus could answer, the thing penetrated the glass, like something invisible floating out.

"Just wait, Cyrus, I'll be back soon.

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