Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus's golden pupils opened with thunder and lightning, blue flames ignited beside him, and the fireworks fell to both sides, as if they were kneeling down to worship their king. ̷x̷.̷c̷o̷m̷

Bella looked at the handsome Cyrus with burning eyes, forgetting the pain in her arm for a moment. Not just her, all the Death Eaters were knocked down by the huge magic power, looking up like ants at the almost godly figure——

There is no doubt that this is their king, the person they swore allegiance to, the mark of the dark devil is tingling and calling!

But there was doubt in this look. How could there be two Dark Lords in this world?

The Death Eaters immediately thought of the "fake" Voldemort had just mentioned. However, the appearance of this fake was too gorgeous, so that the real Voldemort looked even more miserable at this moment, like a tattered fake.

"Although I had some thoughts, I never thought you would actually dare to come in front of me," Voldemort said lazily.

Although he looked a little shabby at the moment, his power was still very strong. Among the explosion of flames just now, he was the only one who was not even stained by dust. He was not surprised at all when he saw Cyrus. He seemed to have expected the other party. will appear.

"——Especially, you came alone."

The Dark Mark can summon Death Eaters and can naturally be sensed by Cyrus. This was originally a spell they invented, but Voldemort thought Cyrus would go to Dumbledore first.

It's a pity that Dumbledore was trapped in the Ministry of Magic by his tricks. If Cyrus showed up at the Ministry of Magic, it would be a lot of trouble. By that time, he would have already left with Harry. As for now——

He looked at Cyrus arrogantly, and it was obviously a better choice to kill him directly here!

No, not just kill!

But to swallow Cyrus alive like a snake!

Digest him!

Take back what belongs to you!

"What am I afraid of? Do you think I would be afraid of a defeated general like you?" Cyrus smiled contemptuously, but his words caused an uproar among the Death Eaters.

The Dark Lord lost?

Not only did he lose to the "Boy Who Lived", but he also lost to the one he called a "fake" - another Dark Lord.

After hearing the news, the Death Eaters who were not so determined in the first place were even more shaken.

In the beginning, the purebloods followed Voldemort's footsteps just for their own interests. But as Voldemort became more powerful and completely tore off his disguise, although he still preached the slogan of pureblood supremacy, what about the reality?

Whether they are pure blood or mixed blood, they are just his servants.

They didn't care how cruel Voldemort was to Muggles and even Muggle wizards, but now it was themselves who were begging for mercy like dogs, but were they willing to bow their heads?

It's nothing more than fear of Voldemort's cruel and powerful methods!

But now, this power no longer seems to be unmatched. Do they still need to sacrifice their lives for Voldemort? Is it necessary to risk one's life by being with a poisonous snake that may bite one's throat at any time?

Their eyes moved back and forth between Cyrus and Voldemort, eager to know whether what Cyrus said was true, but they were frightened by Voldemort's terror and did not dare to act rashly.

I saw the young wizard walking among the flames, his arrogant and calm demeanor, which looked more magnanimous than Voldemort's devilish posture at the moment.

Cyrus walked to Harry's side, and the flames roared, burning the bones of old Tom Riddle, and black-gray dust floated into the night sky. The ropes on Harry's body were also burned, and when the flames reached his body, the wounds on his body were healed.

"Sorry, I got caught again..." Harry said to Cyrus a little embarrassed.

He really felt that he was a bit useless. He was kidnapped twice by Voldemort's men, and they were still in the safest Hogwarts...

Harry couldn't imagine whether he would survive two days if he left Hogwarts one day.

"It's not your fault that even Sirius and Dumbledore didn't notice Barty's disguise, Harry," Cyrus said gently. His eyes looked at the Death Eaters. His gaze was both scorching and warm. Those hostile people seemed to be frightened by a bird of prey!

Voldemort didn't seem angry or angry at Cyrus's words. The strength after regaining his life gave him confidence.

"I don't deny the previous failure. Of course, I call it a failure because I failed to kill you. But you, there is nothing to be proud of when you achieved a trivial victory when I was at my weakest." He The erect pupils revealed a dangerous smell, like fishy blood.

"Now I am completely resurrected," he said, spinning the yew wand in his hand. Voldemort did not cast any spells, but his powerful magic still caused waves and suppressed Cyrus's flames.

"You haven't seen me at my strongest, have you?" Voldemort still thinks that Cyrus is the soul in his diary.

"I can forgive your youth, but I cannot tolerate your transgression," his voice became colder. In fact, from the beginning, Voldemort planned to kill Cyrus in front of all the Death Eaters.

Only by killing Cyrus with his own hands can he prove his strength to the Death Eaters who have their own evil intentions, prove that his so-called failures in the past are nothing, and prove that he is still the Dark Lord that no one can match. !

"Look, friends, I want to completely eliminate the misunderstandings in everyone's minds." His eyes turned around and returned to Cyrus, "Now I am going to kill him to prove my strength. , right here and now, in front of you. Now that I am no longer weak and Dumbledore is not here to help him, you will have no doubt who is more powerful."

Voldemort's words were low, and his murderous intent was like a column of blood spurting out after his throat was slit!

The next moment, Cyrus and Voldemort took action together.

Neither of them cared about any etiquette. Cyrus had no expression on his face. He held Harry behind his back with his left hand. He took a step forward and threw out his right hand holding the wand. The flames shot towards Voldemort like a wave in an instant. Fight it over!

Fire blooms!

Voldemort shattered the flame wave with a random swipe, and the broken flames dissipated like foam.

Then, he pressed the wand in the direction of Cyrus, and the fire shield was pushed backwards. Cyrus immediately doubled the pressure!

The fully resurrected Voldemort indeed has unparalleled power. Even though Cyrus's magic power at this moment has been greatly improved by the strengthening of ancient magic, he fell behind in an instant.

Voldemort's power is simply incomprehensible. Perhaps only Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand can overwhelm him.

He crushed the flames, took a step forward into the night, raised his wrist high, and fiercely shook out a black spell!

The spell flew towards Cyrus, but it suppressed the Death Eaters until they could not stand up straight.

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Little Barty lay on the ground and raised his head with difficulty, the flames and strong wind pressing on his back.

The difference in power is so obvious at this moment!

Little Barty is also a very talented wizard, but he is not even qualified to help in this battle.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The invisible blade cut through the spell, and Cyrus did not dare to be distracted for a moment. The cut spell flew past him with the wind, and the air flow caused it to roll up the golden hair on his forehead.

The two people's spells alternated back and forth in the dark night, and the flashing light was like a rushing signal light in the fog. Voldemort used dark magic to his advantage, and there were many spells that Cyrus had never seen before. He did not dare to use force and used ancient magic to fight back. His spells were powerful and thunderous!

"That's all you have?" Voldemort raised his chin arrogantly. His spell-casting gesture was very special, with his wrist raised high, full of contempt.

And he did have the capital to be arrogant. The powerful magic power was simply unreasonable. The power of the spell made Cyrus's wrist sore and his mouth swollen and painful.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cyrus was at a disadvantage, and Voldemort's attacks became more fierce.

'As expected of the Dark Lord. ’ Cyrus felt more and more strenuous.

After all, he is called the Dark Lord, the person who single-handedly brought fear to the British wizarding world. He is not only difficult to kill. In terms of talent alone, he may be higher than Dumbledore. If Dumbledore is not old Magic wand, the outcome of the two is still uncertain!

If this continues, Cyrus will have no choice but to use his trump card.

"Snapped!"

After another spell split the ground, Voldemort caught a flaw in Cyrus. At this moment, Cyrus had just deflected one of Voldemort's spells and was surrounded by three more spells.

Voldemort's wand glows green!

There was an extremely happy expression on his face, and his voice was dull and excited——

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell was like a thunder gun, piercing the gaps in the spell and pointing directly at Cyrus's heart!

"Fire Shield!"

Death was reflected in Cyrus's golden pupils. His wand whirled, and blue fire rose up, colliding with three black curses. The explosion exploded the flames, and the smoke was ten meters high! The flying gravel shattered Harry's glasses and almost blinded him!

"boom!!!"

The violent sound and thick dust were like holy ashes under the moonlight. Harry was taken away by the impact of the explosion and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

Voldemort glanced at him, moved his palm slightly, and actually used a spell to protect Harry.

Of course, he didn't let anyone see or notice.

At the same time, the life-killing curse was twisting and turning like a poisonous snake, passing through the high-temperature dust after the flame bloomed, secretly opening its deadly fangs!

Silent.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into silence, and no one could be seen in the thick dust. Only the traces left by the green spell were still clearly visible in everyone's eyes.

"Mr. Sellers?!" Harry was stunned.

This second seemed to last forever. For the first time, death was clearly displayed in front of Harry's eyes, like a girl who had taken off all her clothes.

He seemed to think this was a dream, and it wasn't until Voldemort's laughter woke him up that Harry realized what had happened.

"Cyrus is dead, hey hey..."

But his pleasure hardly lasted for a second. The quietly falling dust stirred up again. They rose high, and something in the dust set off a hurricane!

"Bah!"

The next moment, a loud cry echoed in the night sky, and a huge shadow rose from the gray dust, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes!

It’s just that this phoenix is ​​bathed in golden thunder and lightning!

"Boom!"

The clouds and fog instantly blocked the moonlight!

The thunderbird spreads its golden wings!

Voldemort was still shocked as to when this thunderbird appeared. The next moment, a bolt of lightning four to five meters thick struck!

"Snapped!"

The lightning struck his chest almost impartially, and Voldemort flew backwards like a rag doll in an instant, rolling lifelessly on the ground several times before he stopped.

At this moment, apart from the dull thunder, the only thing left was the heavy breathing of the Death Eaters.

Cyrus flapped his wings and fell down with the wind. The golden wings suddenly retracted and slowly turned into the back of a black windbreaker, falling lightly.

He changed back to his original appearance, but the wizards present looked at him with even more surprise, which could even be said to be fear and madness.

"He turned into...a thunderbird?!"

Little Barty felt that the world must be crazy. It was common knowledge that wizards could not transform into magical animals. Every wizard who tried to break this rule, without exception, turned into a five-legged beast without intelligence.

But now that rule seems to be broken? !

And the person who broke this iron law was the Dark Lord who he considered a "fake".

Barty Jr. still firmly believes that Cyrus is a fake. Of course, this is actually the case. But obviously, other Death Eaters don't necessarily think so. Those originally wavering Death Eaters have been shaken after seeing Cyrus' power with their own eyes.

As for those who were loyal to Voldemort, they did not personally resurrect Voldemort, and in fact it is not clear which one is true.

The words Voldemort said before were just his words. Who can guarantee that they are true?

Perhaps, the person in front of him might be the real Dark Lord?

Little Barty was both angry and worried at the moment. He knew the nature of those outsiders better than anyone else. If the Dark Lord really lost, if these people could abandon the Dark Lord once, they would naturally do it a second time!

However, Cyrus's golden eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

He stepped forward, looked down at all the Death Eaters, and then drew a barrier of fire around himself.

"Now, make your choice and bow to your true master!"

Cyrus said coldly.

He was almost forcing, yet generous at the same time.

Harry was in the fire, looking at Cyrus but hesitating to speak. At first, he thought Cyrus had been killed, but in the blink of an eye, Cyrus defeated Voldemort.

Now, Cyrus looked like he was trying to recruit those scum again, which made Harry feel very uncomfortable.

Does he really intend to inherit Voldemort's power and become the next Demon King?

He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

At this time, he heard Cyrus' lazy yet seductive voice again:

"Through the fire, walk with me!"