Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 181 Voldemort, look, you can bleed too! (6000)

The Order of the Phoenix has arrived. ൠ♦

Harry looked up and saw Sirius and Lupine flying in the sky. They seemed to be riding something underneath them, but Harry couldn't see it. This posture looked a bit funny.

The rest of the people can naturally see the appearance of the Pegasus, but although this Pegasus looks terrifying, it is not that strong, but the people on the Pegasus are different. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​different from the Death Eaters. Although they are small in number, almost every one of them is very powerful.

Especially the deans.

Sirius saw Bella and Harry standing very close from a distance, and his heart suddenly became nervous. He was worried that Harry was being held hostage by Bella, thinking that Voldemort was planning to use Harry's life to threaten Cyrus!

He jumped down from behind Yeqi without hesitation, and activated the short-distance phantom transference, as if walking through white clouds. Even he seemed to have become clouds and mist, falling rapidly, and the human form had not yet completely condensed, and the wand It had already been thrown out and turned into a whip to hit Bella.

"Stay away from my godson!"

Sirius was well aware of his sister's nature, and it could be said that he did not hesitate when launching an attack. However, Bella was not someone to be trifled with. She ducked sideways to avoid the whip, then took a step forward and pressed the curved wand directly against Sirius's throat.

"Open your eyes and see clearly, my good brother, we are on the same side now!" Bella didn't look angry at all, she smiled playfully, like a crazy person.

"You?" Sirius raised his voice and his pupils dilated, "With us?"

The expression on his face was like hearing the absurd expression of a mouse after being a bridesmaid to a cat.

"This is the real Sirius." Harry shouted quickly.

He didn't know Bella's past, but he clearly understood that Cyrus was having a fateful showdown with Voldemort at the moment. He didn't want Bella to conflict with Sirius, which would result in insufficient troops on his side.

"Let go Sirius." Cyrus didn't look back, just said softly. Somehow his words were as powerful as Dumbledore's, making people feel inexplicably convincing.

Sirius immediately let go of his wand and turned to look at Voldemort. With just one glance, he immediately opened his eyes!

Voldemort is indeed resurrected!

This terrifying look, like a devil!

Little did they know that Voldemort was just as shocked as Sirius at this moment. His erect pupils looked like a cat's eyes as he looked at Sirius and the other people who had fallen off the Thestral, not knowing what to say.

I got excited and saw "Voldemort" and the Order of the Phoenix fighting side by side!

He half wanted to cut his own neck and then go back into the coffin and lie there for a few more days.

"Harry, are you okay?" McGonagall and the others also got off the Thestral's back. The older cat lady rushed to Harry's side in a panic and looked him up and down, fearing that he might have hurt one of his limbs. Hairy.

However, Harry's wounds had been healed by the healing spell that Cyrus added to the fire shield, and now it looked like his clothes were a little torn. Harry wasn't the kind of person to pretend to be hurt.

"I'm fine, but Voldemort..." Harry looked at Voldemort with some embarrassment.

If it hadn't been for him, this terrifying demon wouldn't have been resurrected. He blamed himself, but there was nothing he could do.

"Professor, is Principal Dumbledore here?" Harry asked quickly.

At this moment, Mag showed a troubled expression.

"Dumbledore was delayed by something, and we tried to contact him. Don't worry, Harry, we will bring you back safely." Lu Ping said calmly, his words had gentle power, which could make people feel at ease. . But at this time, words seemed to have little effect.

What Harry was afraid of was not his own safety, but that if Voldemort could not be killed tonight, this terrible guy would bring disaster to the wizarding world.

"I think-" Snape, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke. Harry was startled by his voice, and it seemed that only then did he notice that Snape was actually standing here.

"—Now is not a good time for you to reminisce—" Snape turned around solemnly and stood behind Cyrus, wand raised. He was like a living corpse, able to move and think, but just numb.

The flames had extinguished at some point. Snape lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the people lying on the ground. The dark mark on their arms had disappeared, replaced by a spiral mark, like smoke, and like Tower.

Under Snape's reminder, Sirius and the others also focused on Voldemort and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. After the flames were extinguished, the Death Eaters on the ground who had followed Cyrus also stood up. They all raised their wands.

It's just that they are much less powerful than the Death Eaters on the other side.

Most of them were unusable. To be honest, Voldemort didn't even think of looking at them. But Snape, from the moment he appeared, Voldemort had been looking at Snape from the corner of his eye.

"So, Severus, you betrayed me too?"

For Snape, Voldemort actually valued Snape as much as Barty Jr., otherwise he would not have sent Snape to be a spy at Hogwarts. Both of them knew that Snape was a double agent, and both believed that Snape was a double agent. Nap was loyal to them.

Even after Voldemort's first fall and Snape was bailed out by Dumbledore, Voldemort still didn't feel that Snape had betrayed him.

But tonight, Snape did not rush over immediately to celebrate his rebirth.

"That was more than ten years ago. You broke the promise you made to me." Snape was calm and angry, like a gentle but bottomless river!

"That's just a girl. You told me that you don't care anymore. There are so many good girls in this world." Voldemort said nonchalantly.

This was the first time Harry heard such exciting gossip, and he couldn't help but look sideways at Snape. Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Snape seemed to have a girl he loved deeply. This was something Harry had never dared to think about before. How could anyone associate Snape with "love"?

But now, he really wants to know who that girl is.

He couldn't help but look at Sirius and tried to ask his godfather, but Sirius didn't actually know. He knew that Snape had a good relationship with Lily before, but then they parted ways, and Snape even publicly insulted Lily as a Mudblood.

Who knew someone could love so deeply?

Snape's every move was under Voldemort's gaze. Snape stared into Voldemort's eyes without giving in, but the wand in his hand was tilted at a slight angle and aimed at Cyrus' back.

Voldemort understood immediately.

This was Snape acting for him.

The spy is still loyal to his true master, and the words he just said were just for Cyrus and others. As long as he gave the order, Snape would immediately attack Cyrus from behind.

Voldemort, who didn't understand what love was, couldn't imagine what it meant to be loyal until death, and he didn't know that what Snape was talking about at this moment were all the most sincere emotions in his heart. He thought Snape's behavior at this moment was reasonable. A dead woman or someone else's wife, what was there to cherish?

He sent a signal to Snape, telling Snape not to act rashly.

Now is not the time to expose Snape. With his current strength, Voldemort is confident of killing Cyrus. Snape's time bomb should be left to Dumbledore.

Snape's wand deflected again.

His dead eyes were calm, but he breathed a sigh of relief inside.

Things turned out exactly as Cyrus expected.

"I'm really sorry for you, Severus." Voldemort pretended to sigh, and then his attention returned to Cyrus.

"Then let's start over!"

That's what he said, but he didn't take action immediately. Instead, he waved his arms gently, and the Death Eaters took the lead in attacking!

Both sides had similar numbers, and it immediately turned into a fierce melee.

Harry regained his wand, which was brought by Thestral. At that time, the Thestral smelled the smell of blood and found the place where Harry was taken. Hagrid found Harry's wand there.

"Expelliarmus!"

He ducked to avoid a spell and immediately launched a counterattack.

Among the silent attacks of countless people, Harry's intention to attack was too obvious, as he had to recite a spell to cast a spell. His spells rarely hit anyone, but they are not completely ineffective.

At least every time he shouted, the Death Eaters on the opposite side had to pay attention to his attacks.

"I'm here to kill Harry Potter!" A Death Eater stood up, his wand flashed green, and was about to take action, but was hit by a spell from behind and rolled on the ground.

"Don't kill Harry Potter!" Voldemort said angrily, "I will kill him myself!"

He had to keep Harry alive, but he had to find an excuse.

Now the Death Eaters were even more cautious, for fear of accidentally killing Harry.

The scene was very chaotic. Spells were like rising and falling meteors, flashing in the darkness. Bella grabbed Harry by the back of his collar and pulled Harry back from the front, who was about to rush towards Voldemort. Throw it away.

Harry rolled on the ground several times. He actually wanted to touch Voldemort the same way he had killed Quirrell before, so that Voldemort would be wiped out. But now Voldemort has broken Lily's blood connection with ancient magic.

"Don't go and die, kid!" Bella said unhappily as she cruelly threw out a killing curse and hit a Death Eater in the chest!

After killing someone, she immediately screamed excitedly.

Although she has now taken refuge in Cyrus, her nature has not changed. She is crazy and cruel, and treats her enemies without mercy.

"Bella!" Rosdorf jumped out of nowhere. He and his brother Rabastan surrounded Bella one after another. Rosdorf looked like a ferocious wolf, and Rabastan looked like a python. The two of them They are all ferocious Death Eaters, very powerful!

"You will pay for your betrayal, Bella!" Rabastan said fiercely.

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He strode forward and shot out the Crushing Curse.

Bella didn't dodge, the invisible armor condensed in front of her, blocking the attack for her, and then she threw out a flaming rope and slashed it out!

The fire missed Rabastan, but it hit another Death Eater in the back, beating him to pieces.

"Transform quickly!" With a click of Rosdorf's wand, several rock and earth guards immediately rose up from the ground, charging towards Bella with sharp spears. He did not rest and launched another attack!

"Bellatrix," he shouted unfamiliarly, "Lestrange needs no betrayers!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"boom!"

Another red spell flew in, cutting off the Death Curse. A black shadow rushed into the battle between the three. Sirius stood behind Bella like an elegant commander. The Explosion Curse not only interrupted the Death Curse. , and smashed those rock and earth guards.

"The ancient and noble Black has no need to live in a nest with you snakes and rats!" Sirius said sarcastically.

In the past, he didn't like the Black family at all. In his opinion, everyone in the family was a jerk. But now, he knew the heroic deeds of Regulus and saw Bellatrix leaving Voldemort and standing behind Cyrus.

He suddenly felt that Blake was not so hopeless. There would always be stars shining in the darkness.

He and his sister leaned on each other's backs. More than ten years ago, who would have thought that they would fight side by side?

Sirius really wanted to go back and let his mother, who was hanging on the wall at home, take a good look at what his sister looked like now, and let out a fierce breath!

"The Black bloodline is designed to produce traitors."

Voldemort, who was not far away, sneered, obviously thinking about Regulus. However, these words made Lucius, who was fighting Snape, almost drop his wand in fright.

Narcissa also bleeds Black's blood, and Lucius thought his betrayal had been discovered.

Fortunately, Voldemort only vented his displeasure for a moment, and he may not remember Narcissa's previous surname. She was just a woman who was not a Death Eater.

Neither Lucius nor Snape worked hard. They didn't know that the other was now an undercover agent, but they invariably began to fish in troubled waters.

Voldemort was probably exhausted. He and Cyrus stood in the flames of the battle. Countless spells passed through them dangerously, but none of them could get close to them.

It was as if the spell had eyes on it, and it automatically avoided them the moment it flew towards them.

Voldemort began to attack.

With a flick of his wrist, the spell immediately shot out like a huge beam of light!

The air vibrated and violent winds arose!

The robe under Voldemort's body was lifted up and rustling in the wind!

Cyrus raised his wand to attack. At this moment, all fighting stopped. The moment the two people's spells collided, the huge impact turned into transparent ripples visible to the naked eye, and the air twisted in an instant!

"boom!!!"

Everyone present, except Voldemort and Cyrus who cast the spell itself, were all thrown away.

Harry, the thinnest one, was like a plastic bag picked up by the strong wind, and suddenly rushed into the sky!

Fortunately, the Thestrals were still lingering in the sky, and they caught Harry.

The impact of the explosion broke the surrounding thick trees.

Flying sand and flying rocks!

The place where the two magic spells met seemed to become the center of the typhoon, and the strong wind cut like a blade.

Voldemort looked relaxed and comfortable. He was waving magic, raising his wand, and striding forward to force Cyrus back.

Cyrus' arms were shaking. He gritted his teeth hard and twisted his facial features together. Even so, he still looked handsome.

The light in his pupils became more intense, and bright electric sparks flashed between the golden hair!

"ah!"

He shouted loudly and flicked his wrist, immediately breaking the balance point where the magic spell collided. He raised his right hand high, and the two people's spells were connected together, so that Voldemort's wrist seemed to be pulled upward by a force!

"Wow!"

The two spells suddenly bent and broke upwards, like flying sparks!

"Snapped!"

Blooming like fireworks in the night sky!

Voldemort did not give up the attack just because the spell was thrown away. He turned his wrist and slashed the wand down into the air, and the short wand cut through the air.

Then, an invisible blade struck!

"Uh-huh!"

The space was torn apart, and the blade was about to split Cyrus' body in half!

At that moment, Cyrus had no time to dodge. There was a certain delay in the apparation, and he might be hit even at the moment of teleportation. This is how Dobby died under Bella's dagger in the original book.

The Iron Armor Curse may not be able to stop Voldemort's attack. Cyrus' thoughts were stretched for a long time at that moment. He almost didn't think about it, but he had already eliminated two options.

At this moment, the invisible blade was already in front of his eyes, and the cut air was extremely sharp, stinging Cyrus's cheek.

The others couldn't see this dangerous moment, but Harry, who was riding on the Thestral in the sky, could see it clearly. He opened his mouth and almost screamed, but the strong wind poured directly into his mouth!

Fortunately, the expected scene of Cyrus being split in half did not appear. The short distance of a few meters seemed to be infinitely stretched. No, it was not as if.

The distance between Cyrus and Voldemort was indeed widened in an instant, and the space was stretched away like a piece of bubble gum.

At this moment, the two of them are already a hundred meters apart, almost as far away as a playground. They look into the distance and can even see their faces clearly.

Between the two of them, there was a huge ravine left by the blade!

"The Invisible Stretch Spell is a good idea." Voldemort said calmly.

With a slight wave of his wand, he cast a counter-spell, and the extended space was pulled back, and it could even be said to be kneaded into a ball.

The two of them seemed to be far apart a second ago, but now they are so close!

So close that you can feel the other person’s breath!

"It's surprising. I thought you must be very smelly." Cyrus said sarcastically, but this is also true. Who makes Voldemort look like he has been living in a garbage dump for several years? That gray face The snake's face seemed to be covered in dirt.

But really it was just his sickly skin.

This is the result of a magical experiment.

"Hard talk can't save you." Voldemort said sarcastically, "You have already realized the huge gap between us. Even with the blessing of ancient magic, you are no match for me!"

There is no peculiar smell on Voldemort's body, but it always makes people feel horrible and bloody.

His confidence is not groundless.

Even if Cyrus narrowed the magic gap caused by his age with the increase of ancient magic power, the magical transformations Voldemort made to himself were not so simple.

"I admit that you are stronger in terms of magic power." Cyrus said committing suicide.

"Then kneel down and repent for your ignorance and betrayal!"

Cyrus did not kneel. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

Golden pupils that shine like the sun and gray eyes that look like death stare into each other.

For some reason Voldemort had a bad feeling in his heart, and soon he knew why he felt this way.

"Who taught you to stand so close to me?" Cyrus asked with a mocking look on his face.

"What?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he felt that the hand holding his wrist was bound by a huge force!

He panicked.

Then, a soft voice was heard.

"Expelliarmus."

Disarming spell?

Voldemort looked at Cyrus' right hand holding the wand. There was no movement in that hand. He had no time to wonder. The next moment he heard a crisp sound.

"Click!"

His wrist was twisted like a twist!

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Voldemort never dreamed that one day his wrist would be broken by someone with brute force!

The bones inside were shattered, and the gray flesh was mixed with rotten blood.

Harry could see clearly in the sky that the hand was just like it was when he was being treated by Lockhart a year ago, hanging like a poor little thing.

Voldemort's wand fell.

It was indeed a disarming spell, but it was just a physical disarming spell.

"I really admire you for how dare you come so close to me!" Cyrus chuckled softly, his words full of ridicule. Since he completed the transformation of magical beasts, the strength of his body has reached an incredible level.

He is a thunderbird in human form!

"Owner……"

The strong magic aura had stopped, and everyone saw Voldemort's embarrassed appearance at the moment. The Death Eaters who were loyal to him all had expressions of despair on their faces, except for Barty Jr. - this servant had only crazy!

"You are so pretentious that you name your servants Death Eaters, asking them not to flinch even in the face of death. You have spent your whole life pursuing eternal life and ways to defeat death. You think you are above the ordinary world, but look……"

Cyrus raised his left hand and picked up Voldemort's twisted hand, then leaned down and whispered in Voldemort's ear: "Your blood is also red, no different from Muggles."

Voldemort's pupils suddenly shrank.

His shocked face was filled with pain at this moment!

It was as if what really hurt him was not the physical injuries, but Cyrus' words!

No different than a Muggle?

These words were like someone forcing a huddled up hedgehog into his ears!

There is a fire in Voldemort's chest that will burn Cyrus to ashes!