Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

That fire shield, and the tired and lazy "I hate goblins" always gave Dumbledore a sweet tingling feeling, like holding a fragrant rose in his palm.

Of course, he remained calm on the surface.

After all, he is the greatest wizard, and his defense will not be broken by a spell or a line.

Fire Shield is not an ordinary spell. It is a spell composed of strong fire and various defensive magics. Among the many spells, few wizards can cast it.

But to be honest, wizards these days, except for Aurors, are already good talents if they can use iron armor to protect themselves in a satisfactory manner, let alone a combination of spells...

Fire Shield combines many black magic and advanced defensive spells, which are difficult to cast even by ordinary spell masters. And as the creator of this spell, Grindelwald has never shared the secret recipe of this spell with anyone.

Dumbledore did not expect that Cyrus could actually reproduce this spell, and its power was no less powerful than his own.

The blue flame suddenly surged like the currents swirling in the sea!

The flames continued to spread, like a huge anticyclone, instantly engulfing the besieging goblins!

The short body moved forward in the flames like a demon, as if it didn't feel any pain at all. They move forward in the fire, and they also turn into dust and rise in the fire!

Mag was horrified to see it. Even the lifeless wizard chess would worry about being abandoned, but these goblins...

Dumbledore also looked serious.

"It seems that just as Neophi said, Tom has embarked on a very wrong path."

Dumbledore's words made Cyrus look at him with suspicion.

Neophie Fitzgerald was the headmistress with whom he had a debate not long ago. Judging from Dumbledore's words, Old Deng might know a little more about ancient magic than he did. It must have been informed by the female principal.

"What do you know, Albus?" Minerva asked quickly.

This time, Dumbledore did not skimp on his information: "This is the power of pain!"

He said quietly.

Dumbledore often said: The greatest magic in the world is "love".

But in fact, this statement is not accurate. For wizards, what is important is not just a certain emotion, but the extreme power that an emotion brings. Just like Lily's love and the "pain" vented at this moment!

In fact, it is not entirely accurate to say that it is pain. The power attached to the goblins is more like a combination of negative emotions. To be more specific, it is like an obscurus!

Then, Dumbledore told the source of this power in detail. These terrible magic powers come from the grief in a person's heart. A witch who masters ancient magic can peel this emotion away from the hearts of others. come out.

At first she just wanted to use this method to help more people trapped in the quagmire of pain, but as this power continued to accumulate, those negative emotions also affected the spell caster himself.

"In the end, she was controlled by this power and became its slave." Dumbledore sighed.

In fact, he did not say these words to anyone else, but specifically to Cyrus. Among all the people present, Cyrus was the only one who could see the echo of ancient magic.

"I hope you can understand that being obsessed with this kind of power will only make you lose yourself. Even if you intend to use it to help others, it may not have a good result. Pain and pleasure are inseparable. A person who does not know what pain is How can a person experience true happiness?"

Dumbledore's words are not praising suffering. Knowing pain is not the same as experiencing pain.

Even people who are born without worries have not lost the ability to feel pain. It's like there are some sufferings that you have never experienced, but when you hear others talk about them, you will inevitably sympathize with them and feel sad for the unfortunate experiences of others.

A person who cannot grieve is also destined to be unhappy, let alone feel sympathy for the suffering of others. If a person lives like this, can he really be called alive?

This reminded Dumbledore of the prophecy about death.

"Just like the dead resurrected by the Resurrection Stone, even if they really have a breathing body, they cannot be considered truly alive after all."

Dumbledore only hoped that people in this world would not have to experience pain, but he would not lose the ability to feel pain.

Sellers actually agrees with this.

The magic in the world of "Harry Potter" is different from other systems. There is no such thing as "power without evil". In this world, black magic is evil, and long-term use of black magic will cause a person's heart to become twisted and extreme.

Obviously, Morgana's use of ancient magic is very close to black magic. However, the evil thing is not the extraction of people's emotions itself, but the absorption of these emotions to strengthen one's own power.

The long-term torment and pain in a person's heart will crush him, not to mention the countless "sorrows" condensed on himself. Even the most powerful soul cannot bear its weight!

Because this is the weight of countless tragic fates and lives.

but--

One soul doesn’t work, what about two?

Cyrus' golden eyes flashed.

It is obviously unrealistic for Cyrus to give up the power within his reach. His own soul is different from ordinary people, and he has absorbed Voldemort's soul fragments. Maybe he can withstand these powers?

Voldemort's own soul is even more special. He is a wrong being born from a love potion. He cannot understand what love is, but seems to be born for black magic.

But no matter what, Cyrus would not show his greed at this moment in front of Dumbledore.

"You are quite powerful, but I don't see what they are capable of." Sirius raised his eyebrows, and Dumbledore said for a long time. Aren't those goblins even unable to get close to Cyrus?

The blue flame was almost fatal if touched, and the shadow raised by the flame was like the god of death swinging a sickle.

Seeing how powerful Cyrus was, Sirius felt a little more confident about the next rescue operation. After being released from prison for so long, he actually already knows Cyrus's identity, but for a typical Gryffindor, first impression is too important.

He didn't think Cyrus was too bad a person from the beginning, and even now that he learned about Cyrus's connection with Voldemort, he never thought of venting his anger on him.

Especially since Voldemort himself is still alive, no matter what, he will not transfer his hatred to Cyrus.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, felt speechless immediately after hearing what Sirius said.

Whether the goblins are a threat depends on who you are facing. It does not mean that you are invincible after mastering the power of ancient magic. It wouldn't be a big deal if Cyrus had to struggle to deal with a few goblins.

"Okay, let's end the conversation here. The most important thing is to save Harry first."

Cyrus stopped Dumbledore's idea of ​​continuing to preach. He took a step forward, and the fire rose high. The flames separated the two sides like a sea, leaving a wide path.

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"My master, there is something moving outside..." Peter Pettigrew has always been timid, and the slightest noise makes him extremely frightened.

"What else are you afraid of, Pettigrew?"

Voldemort glanced at him contemptuously. If he hadn't had no one available at the moment, he wouldn't have let such a waste stay by his side.

"You think I'm no match for Cyrus? Do you think I'll lose to a fake?"

He sneered, and with a move of his palm like a dry old tree, he immediately took the hot Galleons in Harry's pocket. The Galleons were so hot that they could leave a mark on a person's skin, but he seemed completely unaware of the pain.

"It's a boring little trick. It was given to you by Cyrus, right?" Voldemort crushed it easily.

Of course, there is no point in destroying the fake Galleons now, as Cyrus has already arrived at the doorstep. It was impossible for him not to notice the movement outside the door.

"You're dead, Voldemort!" Harry lay on the ground, staring at him hatefully.

At this moment, Harry's forehead was covered with crusted blood, his hair was stuck together, and his glasses were broken. He looked very embarrassed.

"Am I dead?" Voldemort sneered, and suddenly another spell hit Harry.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Harry felt as if his flesh had been cut with a dull knife. His heart had been ground into powder, but it was still disconnected.

Voldemort felt extremely happy when he saw Harry's painful appearance. As for Cyrus, he didn't take it to heart at all. After following Lanlock's memory to find Rookwood's castle, he found the container of ancient magic here, which was the fairy magic silver that sealed "pain".

After completely absorbing that power, Voldemort clearly felt that the power in his body was even stronger!

Now he feels that Cyrus came at the right time!

He was deceived by the other party in the Qiuzhi Pavilion before, and he was not going to just swallow it!

"Just watch, Harry, Cyrus can't save you, and I will kill him!" Voldemort said confidently.

"Who do you want to kill?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus's somewhat playful response came from inside the room.

Then, there was a violent roar!

"boom!!!"

The giant blue beast fell from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire castle!

The giant dragon formed by the flames was bigger than the castle. Its huge body hovered over it and moved the castle to the ground in an instant!

Harry was stunned. A second ago, he was in a dilapidated dungeon, but now, he seemed to be in the wilderness. The dark, damp and cold stone walls disappeared, replaced by cold and dazzling sunlight and warm blue flames.

He felt that his limbs were as warm as spring. The blue flames were fierce and violent, but they did not hurt him at all.

If it weren't for the ruins around him, he might have thought that he had suddenly gone to another place.

Cyrus directly used the fire shield to attack the city because the damage of the fire shield was selective, and the power of the flames would not harm Harry at all.

Voldemort was also standing in the fire at this moment, but unlike Harry, he released the defensive spell early, thus isolating the flames from his body. Pettigrew hid behind Voldemort, looking at the black shadow swaying in the flames with fear on his face.

"Put away these little tricks, Cyrus, you know it won't help me!" Voldemort said easily.

He does have the capital to say these things.

He could invent a spell like Fire Shield if he wanted to, but it was not necessary for him.

Integrating the protective spell into it will only weaken the power of Li Huo. What's more, his own family knows his own affairs. If he really gets a fire shield to protect himself, Dumbledore won't have to assemble the Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters will be burned by himself. All gone...

He doesn't need loyalty, he just needs his own incomparable strength. As long as he is strong enough, the people under his command will naturally not dare to betray him.

"Are you here to die, Cyrus?" Voldemort looked confidently at the figure in the fire, "How dare you appear in front of me after you deceived me? Or did you misunderstand me when you were in the Knowledge Pavilion? Can you fight me?"

"Don't be so harsh, Tom." Cyrus walked out of the fire easily, glanced at Harry, and then back to Voldemort.

"Today is Christmas, and I brought you a gift." Cyrus raised his head, "I promise you will be surprised!"

These words aroused Voldemort's curiosity, and he wanted to know what the remnant soul who betrayed him was planning.

"What, have you figured it out and are planning to stand behind me?" Voldemort looked enthusiastic, but in fact, even if Cyrus really wanted to stand on the same front with him, he couldn't. Leave your back to someone who has betrayed you.

Cyrus smiled hoarsely and did not answer, but another voice answered for him.

"You're wrong, Tom, the gift he brought was me."

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand in his right hand and looked at Voldemort with a solemn but playful expression:

"It wasn't long after our last separation. I didn't expect you to look like this now." Lao Deng's eyes turned back and forth several times between Voldemort's ugly appearance and Cyrus's handsome face, but in the end he said nothing. , just let out a sigh.

At this time, silence was better than sound, which actually made the other party more angry than directly sarcastic Voldemort.

But Voldemort was really in no mood to care about this.

He widened his bloody eyes and looked at Cyrus in disbelief.

He thought that Cyrus would find this place, and he also thought that Dumbledore might find his location, but he never dreamed that Cyrus would bring Dumbledore with him!

What's the meaning? Tom and Jerry team up?

What the hell kind of surprise?

What a surprise!

Thank you Jiu Mi Zhenlong for the tip, thank you boss!

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