Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Separate quickly!"

A spell was cast directly on Voldemort's face. New ℴ𝓂

Voldemort:? ? ?

"What are you doing?"

The soul of Voldemort in the ring was obviously confused. He couldn't imagine why Joselus would do something to him, even though the spell actually had no effect on him.

"It really doesn't work?"

This result is as expected by Cyrus. The protective power of Horcruxes is very powerful. Ordinary magic and even many black magics cannot destroy Horcruxes. Only the terrible magic spell of Li Fire can protect the Horcruxes together with the inner ones. souls are destroyed together.

Cyrus shook his wand and took Gaunt's ring out of the gold cup.

Although the elixir flowing from the golden cup is cursed, it does have a strong vitality. He didn't want to really resurrect Voldemort, even in a state between life and death.

"This feels really good -" the soul in the ring said intoxicatedly.

In just a few minutes, he had already constructed a half-real and half-real figure from a formless soul fragment. This state was just like before Cyrus swallowed the Philosopher's Stone.

His appearance is similar to that of Cyrus, except that the facial features are more sinister and slightly older. The sinister expression seems to be a reflection of the darkness and distortion in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he had not yet been completely resurrected and had a truly viable body, and the curse of the elixir had not yet been triggered.

"If my guess is correct, you are not your real body, right?" After a brief intoxication, Voldemort's illusory soul immediately came back to his senses and turned to look at Cyrus.

He probably already knew how Cyrus was resurrected, and thought Cyrus was trying to resurrect him at this moment.

"Not the true body?" Cyrus finally responded. His eyes, which were different from Voldemort's, looked at the fragment of the soul with disdain. "That's true of you, but to be more precise, I am not Voldemort at all."

Cyrus had tricked the diadem into assuming Voldemort's identity before, but with this soul in a useless ring, there was no need for him to pretend.

"What?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Cyrus meant. He was about to ask, but suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth.

Cyrus's wand flashed lightly:

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat!"

"You'd better be quiet, I don't intend to listen to your noise." Cyrus turned a blind eye to Voldemort's angry look at the moment. He clapped his hands, and a large pile of magic books immediately appeared on the table in front of him.

These classics are all knowledge related to the soul.

The soul has been an important topic studied by wizards since ancient times. In order to study Horcruxes, Voldemort himself also did a lot of research on the soul.

Cyrus kept flipping through the books. He now completely regarded the remnant soul of Voldemort in the ring as an experimental subject. If he had any idea, he would immediately use it on him mercilessly.

"If we use the splitting spell and the power of ancient magic, can it split the soul?" Cyrus thought.

The field of the soul is very profound. Ordinary magic cannot affect the soul, but ancient magic has the power to break the rules. Through the magic of ancient magic, maybe we can successfully separate Voldemort's soul from the ring.

He immediately began to try to see if this plan was feasible.

Voldemort in the ring has been in a state of "man is a knife and he is a fish" during this period. Cyrus repeatedly used him for experiments, leaving him helpless.

At the beginning, he would scold Cyrus angrily, but when he discovered that Cyrus's spells and experiments could not harm himself, Voldemort didn't care anymore.

Drop it as much as you like, it won't hurt you anyway.

So much so, when he was once again forced to come out of the ring, he even taunted Cyrus.

"I advise you to give up this meaningless experiment. It's not too late to repent. I don't care what kind of situation the body is in now. You are resurrected now, but it is always bad for us to have swords against each other." he said.

"What you should do is not destroy me, but resurrect me!"

The soul in the ring is very ambitious. He has determined that Cyrus is the soul in a certain Horcrux that resurrected alone after an accident. Judging from its appearance, he thought it was a diary.

But unlike the Voldemort in the crown, the soul in the ring immediately had evil thoughts after seeing Cyrus's success.

Since the soul in the diary can be independent, why can't I?

As for the body, he didn't care even more.

We are all part of Voldemort's soul, why should there be a hierarchy? Why can the main body live, but they can only shrink into small objects and become props and support for the main body's immortality?

What's more, there is nothing that is different from the original body. Whoever is stronger should dominate.

Now that a Horcrux has been successfully resurrected, the soul in the ring is naturally unwilling to be lonely.

He longs for a body, longs to feel the fresh air and all existing things, and even more longs to taste the pleasure that power brings him!

But it was Cyrus' spell that answered him.

It was a silver spell, and the moonlight-like blade suddenly passed between Voldemort and the ring. In an instant, a sharp pain came from the depths of Voldemort's soul.

"ah--"

He immediately screamed in pain, and the body that was about to take shape seemed to collapse.

There seemed to be cracks on that handsome face, and the cracked skin fell rustlingly like a clay doll that had been dried out in the fire. He covered his face, invisible filth overflowing from the body of his soul!

It was something dirty, like a thick smoke and sticky mud——

Cyrus took a step back in disgust. The foul sludge gave off a stench, like the ugly soul in Voldemort's heart.

The spell worked!

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. The soul-splitting spell successfully released Voldemort's soul from the Horcrux, but the spell also failed.

Because when Voldemort's soul was released, the ring was damaged as if it had been burned by hot flames!

The original silver ring turned black, and the pattern on it seemed to have been melted by the flames, giving off a fishy smell.

After Voldemort's soul was freed from the ring, the curse of the immortal poison in the golden cup immediately began to take effect. At this moment, Voldemort seemed to be left in a boiling oil pan. His skin was ulcerated, his handsome appearance began to dissolve, and his tall nose fell down like a melted candy...

His body disappeared and turned back into an invisible mist, but he was howling in pain!

Sellers was not satisfied with the outcome.

The reason why he wanted to try to separate Voldemort's soul was because he was worried that there was still a hidden danger of Voldemort in his own soul, and to ensure that when the soul in the diary affected him, he would have a way to separate the other party from his soul. eliminated from the .

Taking a step back, even if the soul in the diary has been completely erased by himself, Cyrus can help remove the soul in Harry's mind.

But now, although Voldemort's soul has been stripped away, the ring has also been destroyed.

What is the difference between this and directly destroying the Horcrux?

No, it’s even better to destroy the Horcrux directly. At least destroy the Horcrux, and the soul in the Horcrux will die, but now——

Cyrus raised his eyes and looked at Voldemort, who was in pain.

This soul is looking at Cyrus with hatred at this moment. Its bloody eyes are like a ferocious snake, wanting to tear Cyrus' flesh and blood to pieces! Swallow!

"How dare you-!"

His voice was hoarse but sharp, like iron sandpaper being rubbed hard against a person's skin, dripping with blood.

The black fog suddenly began to surge, like an endless dark cloud suddenly rolling up in the uncertain sea!

In an instant, Voldemort's magic swept over the Room of Requirement.

Thick black smoke condensed and surrounded Cyrus like a black python. His scarlet eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the surging wind was like the cry of an evil ghost!

Cyrus frowned, watching this guy change from pain to madness and excitement!

"I should be thanking you, Cyrus!"

The snake face emerging from the black mist looked at Cyrus excitedly. He seemed to be truly grateful from the bottom of his heart, so much so that the pain in his soul seemed a bit insignificant.

"You freed me!"

To him, the Horcrux was like a shackles and a prison!

Now, Sellers has opened that cage.

"I am free!"

"That's really congratulations." Cyrus twirled his wand without paying much attention.

So what if you break through the shackles?

What's so scary about a Voldemort who doesn't even have a body and is still burdened with a curse?

Cyrus didn't take Voldemort seriously, but Voldemort's eyes were full of greed!

A fresh body was right in front of him, and this body was actually not much different from his own. How could he not be moved?

If you can take this body away, you can be resurrected immediately!

Moreover, they are the same person, so there is no need to worry that body and soul are incompatible and mutually exclusive.

"Your body is mine!"

At this moment, Voldemort had regarded Cyrus as a perfect container. He surged the black mist and immediately rushed towards Cyrus.

boom! ! !

The endless black mist knocked everything in the Room of Requirement upside down, and the table was rolled up to the ceiling!

It was as if a piston had been pulled out from the bottom of a pool filled with water. In an instant, black mist swept over the entire room, forming a huge vortex and rushing toward Cyrus crazily!

After a while, everything became calm again.

The items that were swept up into the sky fell down like rain.

In the ruins, Cyrus stood like a puppet as if his body had been hit by a heavy hammer.

After a while, the body suddenly shook, and then he raised his head stiffly, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes!

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