Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort felt a fire burning in his chest, which made his mouth dry and his trachea seemed to be torn apart. (audience)

Cyrus' words were nothing short of humiliating to Voldemort. What he hated most was the Muggle half of his body. In Voldemort's eyes, this was a shame and proof of his noble bloodline!

That half of Muggle blood is dirty.

It stinks!

But now, Cyrus dares to say that there is no difference between him and Muggles?

His anger had burned to the extreme and erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, the surging magic power was released from Voldemort's body like a tide, and the magic power stabbed out like a blade. Snake scales appeared on Voldemort's wrist, and those scales stood up, as if they were held upside down on the blade. It stings just as much!

Cyrus let go of Voldemort's wrist.

"I will make you pay for these words, Cyrus!" He said viciously towards Cyrus, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent, and when he spoke, it was as if he was spitting out poisonous sludge. Curse, blood and evil intertwined!

Cyrus immediately felt like he was enveloped in a strong sense of malice.

The wizard's spellcasting ability is innate. Even without a wand, a young wizard can trigger a strong magic riot under extreme emotions, not to mention Voldemort at this moment. When he is awake, he can cast spells without a wand. Now that he is so angry, even his words are full of magic!

After all, magic is the power to change the world and reality. A powerful wizard can even make your wishes come true!

If Cyrus was just a Muggle without magic power at this moment, I am afraid that just these words from Voldemort could make him spend the rest of his life in misfortune.

Unfortunately, Cyrus is another powerful wizard!

"It's no use being tough, Voldemort, the worst decision you made today was to get so close to me." Cyrus mocked.

"Master!" Little Barty was eager for reinforcements, but the old and strong Bulstrode stopped him.

"This is a confrontation between the king and the king. You are not allowed to interfere, boy!" Bulstrode has gray hair and a very thin figure. After more than ten years of life in Azkaban, it is still a bit difficult for an old man. It's too cruel.

He was almost out of shape, and there was far more madness and darkness in his heart than he seemed on the surface.

"Idiot! Look who is our real master!" Little Barty yelled angrily.

He knew, of course, that Bulstrode was actually loyal, and that even twelve years ago, the old member of the Death Eaters had not betrayed him. But now, just because a fake appeared, the other party actually switched sides?

It’s simply unreasonable!

"You are still very young, so it is normal not to understand." Bulstrode said softly, but his next words made Barty Jr. not come back to his senses for a long time, "Actually, the two Dark Lords are the same person, aren't they? ?"

"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?"

"Crazy? I'm not an old fool," Bulstrode said calmly. "I've been a Death Eater longer than you are, boy, and I've seen the Dark Lord when he was younger."

Bulstrode was lost in fleeting memories.

"At that time, Death Eaters had not yet formed. We had another name. Most of the people who were impressed by the power of the Dark Lord gathered around him, like knights guarding the king. But I don't know when it started. Changed. Let me think about it - it was after the Dark Lord returned from his study tour and his appearance changed drastically."

The original Death Eaters were called "Wolps Riders". At that time, the number of this small group was not large, and everyone gathered around Voldemort for the sake of their noble bloodline. They believed in Voldemort's talent and believed that Voldemort would lead them to glory.

But when Voldemort briefly disappeared and returned, he became much more extreme.

Of course, the general direction has not changed, but gradually, everything is different. The once ideal has long become a banner to cover up Voldemort's reign of terror. In addition to seducing some young and hot-headed wizards into a steady stream of Joining a group of Death Eaters serves no purpose.

Is pure blood therefore noble?

At least Bulstrode didn't think it was noble to kneel on the ground like a dog, wagging his tail, and humbly kissing a man's toes.

What once held them together was their ideals and their longing for Voldemort, but now only fear remained. Of those who initially followed Voldemort, how many died under Aurors, and how many were killed by Voldemort himself?

Bulstrode looked at the Death Eaters who had stopped fighting each other at this moment. Among these people, apart from the evil-natured Barty Crouch Jr., how many of them were just afraid of Voldemort's power? , came here in fear just this night?

Little Barty listened blankly to these unknown past events. He never knew about these things, and of course he didn't really care.

He doesn't care about pure blood or glory. He only knew that Voldemort, the great wizard, had a disgusting father just like him, and he also killed his own father with his own hands.

"This is betrayal! This is infidelity!"

"When the betrayer is the leader of the organization, loyalty has long been a joke. It wasn't me who betrayed Black - no,"

Bulstrode paused.

After a while, he finally made up his mind to finish the sentence: "We did not betray Voldemort, but Voldemort betrayed us."

His speaking voice was actually very soft, even a little unclear, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it was as shocking as thunder!

Even Sirius and the others did not dare to call the Dark Lord by his first name, but Bulstrode did.

It is not difficult to understand. In his opinion, there is only one Dark Lord, not Voldemort, but now Cyrus!

"You surprise me, Bulstrode."

Voldemort had calmed down a bit. He seemed to raise his head. His flat face looked like a snake, and his sinister eyes stared at Cyrus. This time he learned the lesson wisely. As soon as he broke away from Cyrus, he immediately distanced himself.

"Heal quickly!"

Voldemort held down the twisted wrist, and in an instant, the blood flowed back, the pulverized pieces of flesh regained their vitality, and the bone fragments were spliced ​​together, healing the wound in an instant.

But Cyrus was not worried because Voldemort's wand fell at his feet and he had no time to take it away.

"I really didn't expect you to say such sad words to me, Bulstrode." He didn't seem to care about Cyrus anymore, nor did he care about losing his wand. Instead, he looked at Bulstrode. , it seems that convincing this old "friend" to return to his arms is more important than facing Cyrus, a powerful enemy.

In fact, that was true for Voldemort.

Even now, he felt that he still had a way to deal with Cyrus, but what Bulstrode said would leave a seed of betrayal in the hearts of all Death Eaters.

In addition to Cyrus, Voldemort's enemy was Dumbledore, and he did not want to be left alone.

"Actually, I have never changed, Bulstrode." Voldemort smiled. "Magic is power. This is a truth recognized by the Ministry of Magic. It's just that I didn't have absolute power at the beginning, so I had to hold it high. The pureblood flag.

"But you see, it changed later. Except for Dumbledore, no one is my opponent. Even Dumbledore can't do anything to me." Voldemort said, "But I have never abandoned pure blood, nor have I ever given up on pure blood. I abandoned you, right? Pure blood has always been supreme, not half-blood, and certainly not Muggle!"

"There is still room for forgiveness for mixed-bloods. It was a mistake made by their parents who were stupid for a moment. But those Muggles and wizards from the Muggle world, are they qualified to stand by my side?"

"No!" Voldemort said firmly.

"The pure-blood supremacy you showed is different from what I imagined." Bulstrode shook his head, "We should have gone in opposite directions a long time ago."

"I thought you would be smarter." Voldemort said coldly, "In the final analysis, strength is everything."

"But you were almost beaten to death!" Sirius mocked coldly.

Voldemort just glanced at him, ignoring Sirius's plan, and then looked at the other Death Eaters and Cyrus.

"I know you may have lost faith in me, don't worry." Voldemort waved to a Death Eater and took a wand from the other person's hand.

He doesn't care at all whether he is good or not. For him, except for the Elder Wand, perhaps all the wands in the world are the same. They can only surrender!

Then, Voldemort raised his chin and looked at Cyrus.

"You know what? Although I tried my best to hold back Dumbledore, in order to prevent the possibility that you two will still come together, I specially prepared a gift for you." He grinned like a snake, The corners of the mouth were torn wide.

The next moment, Voldemort suddenly summoned a half-meter-high dark iron-colored hollow sphere. Between the spheres was a black-red fluid, like a thick poisonous mist!

Huge energy is blocked within it, and the sphere beats like an evil heart, giving people an uneasy feeling.

Just looking at it made Harry feel dizzy and all kinds of unpleasant emotions came over him.

Those wizards who had been in Azkaban recalled some worse memories, their faces turned pale, and they were swaying and feeling dizzy!

"What is that?" Sirius supported the pale Bella and frowned tightly.

"Muran?"

Harry, on the other hand, recognized the object at a glance.

"That's what's in Rookwood Castle!" Harry grabbed the bone spur on the Thestral's back with one hand, his body facing down, almost hanging on it. His expression was ugly, not only because the thing sealed in the fairy mithril affected his emotions, but also because he had seen the horror of this thing!

At that time, Voldemort was still using the ugly goblin's body. After it absorbed that power, its magic power immediately rose to another level. In the end, it was Dumbledore and Cyrus who teamed up to destroy the body.

Cyrus also didn't expect that Voldemort actually retained a seal of negative emotions. Now things became more difficult!

The original Voldemort was already strong enough, but he still had to fight through an information gap to win back the victory. The magic power sealed in this goblin mithril was not much, but if Voldemort absorbed this power, it would bring him a lot of trouble. Small improvement!

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There was already a certain gap between Cyrus and him, which made it even more dangerous!

"He must be stopped!"

Cyrus's eyes sank, and his wand shot a spell.

Voldemort did not hesitate to stretch out his gray arm and slap the spell away.

At the same time, Cyrus had turned into a white mist and rushed towards Voldemort!

But he was still a step too late, the sphere had already begun to move!

"Card!"

With a crisp sound, the hollow goblin mithril scattered everywhere, and the sealed magic power surged out, rushing towards Voldemort like a stream flowing backwards into the sky, pouring into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and rushing into his chest!

Voldemort's body was lifted into the air by this force, and the hurricane rolled up by the magic made it difficult for Cyrus to move.

"boom!"

In just an instant, Voldemort absorbed the seal left by Rookwood.

A strong shock wave struck again. This time, even Cyrus was unable to stand still and was swept up into the air by the magic tide!

He transformed into a thunderbird and rode the strong wind. As his wings swirled, thunderclouds spread, covering the entire night!

"This power is so intoxicating!" Voldemort closed his eyes and enjoyed the magic of ancient magic swimming in his body, which was compatible with his own magic.

He has become stronger!

This is just a small part of the power seal left by Charles Rookwood's small experiment to verify Morgana's magic. It's hard to imagine how strong the power left by Morgana will be!

"Kill you first, Cyrus!" Voldemort opened his eyes, as if a crack suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!

"Boom!"

What responded to him was huge lightning and flowing fire!

Black clouds are carrying golden lightning and blazing flames!

Lightning connected the earth, turning the place into a huge lightning field!

When lightning struck the ground, the ground shook and the rocks shattered!

Harry was stunned, allowing the Thestrals to dodge thunder and lightning cleverly. All the Death Eaters did not dare to stay here anymore, but they did not dare to stay away. They did not hesitate to use Apparition, but they just left. This huge thunderstorm watched the battle from afar.

Thick clouds were heavy, pressing to the surface like mountains.

Electricity and fire transformed into a dragon's posture, rushing towards Voldemort!

But Voldemort waved his hand, and blood-like magic rose up, turning into a huge red-black snake. It pierced the chests of the Thunder Dragon and Fire Dragon like a spear, and smashed them to the ground!

The ground was scorched black.

Then, those red-black snakes rushed into the sky again, rushing towards Cyrus who was flying high in the thunderclouds, intending to tear Cyrus alive!

This terrifying power far exceeds Cyrus's magical resistance after turning into a Thunderbird.

What's even more frightening is that this power seems to be corrosive. Cyrus wanted to swoop down to fight Voldemort at close range several times, but he couldn't find a chance. Instead, his body was scratched by those giant snakes, leaving a trail of wounds. Festering wounds!

The putrid poison is still sizzling!

"You are dead, Cyrus!" Voldemort shouted fiercely.

His eyes were shining red in the dark, and those negative emotions made Voldemort, who was already very extreme, even more crazy. However, he was already crazy, and this side effect was not so obvious at this moment.

Voldemort raised his wand high, his eyes saw through the thunderclouds, and accurately found Cyrus's location.

next moment--

"Avada Kendawa!"

Green lightning shot out from the tip of his wand!

After submerging into the clouds, it immediately shot out in all directions like a beam of light shining into a prismatic crystal!

"Zi——"

The death curse has become a huge snare, trying to tie up the thunderbird in the black sea of ​​clouds!

Cyrus flapped his wings and flew high. His wings were bleeding with black blood, and the feathers wet with blood seemed to be corroded, smelling like they were corroded, and there was thick smoke!

Thunderclouds hang down, and Cyrus is like a plane whose engine has been hit, but it still keeps flying high into the sky.

But his speed is too slow!

The death curse swept across his back in an instant!

The scattered death curse did not weaken its power. In that moment, Cyrus felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. His golden eyes dimmed quickly like a spark, and then went out, losing everything. The glory.

It was the boundless darkness and abyss of loneliness. He felt like he was falling all the time, and there was a sense of weightlessness under his feet as if he could never touch the ground.

He wanted to flap his wings and fly, but there seemed to be no air at all around him.

He didn't know when there would be an end.

But in fact, he had already hit the ground.

The lifeless body lay on the black earth that had been shaved off a layer by the electric current. The ground exuded a bitter smell. Voldemort walked towards Cyrus' body with a grin on his face, a proud smile on his face.

Perhaps due to the loss of magic power, Cyrus has returned to his wizard appearance, with no blood on his face.

His eyes were still open, and his golden pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-white gauze.

"I have said it before, we should have walked together, but you are seeking your own death." Voldemort seemed to be full of regret, but in fact, his face only had an expression of ridicule at Cyrus's overestimation of his abilities.

"Look how pathetic you are!"

He squatted in front of Cyrus, stretched out his scaly hand to brush Cyrus's cheek, and closed Cyrus's eyes.

The next step is to get back those split souls.

Want to repent?

Of course it's not possible, Voldemort has the ability to return his soul to his body.

His hands pinched Cyrus's face, his knuckles becoming clearer due to the force.

"Come back, my soul!"

Cyrus felt that his falling speed had stopped, as if a rope was pulling him from behind and bringing him back.

A little light seemed to appear in the endless darkness. He looked for the light and saw a bloody heart beating powerfully!

Next to the heart, a prismatic black stone shines with light, and there is a special pattern inside the crystal.

It's the Resurrection Stone!

After Voldemort recited the spell, he waited for a while, and then he felt the temperature between his palms increase, and it was no longer as cold as before. He knew immediately that the spell was working.

After a while, he will take out his divided soul, and then splice them back into his body, and he will be closer to complete!

As for the piece of soul in Harry, he would get it back sooner or later.

He closed his eyes, waiting for his soul to return, but the temperature from his palms was already a little hot, and he could even vaguely feel the vibrating drums, but those broken souls still had not returned to his body.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked down.

At some point, Cyrus' eyes that had been closed by him opened again. His golden eyes were as clear and transparent as a magical elixir, like a bright mirror.

"You're not dead?"

Voldemort seemed to be severely frightened, or was left with the shadow of being beaten from close range by Cyrus before. He quickly jumped away, trying to distance himself from Cyrus.

But Cyrus was one step ahead of him.

He grabbed Voldemort's arm.

"What gave you the illusion that you could kill me?" Cyrus asked coldly.

His heart is the Philosopher's Stone, and he also carries the Resurrection Stone. Even if the God of Death comes in person, it will not be easy to kill him. The immortality and immortality that Voldemort dreamed of were already within reach in Cyrus' hands.

"Stop pretending. If I can't kill you once, I'll kill you twice or three times!"

Voldemort held the wand backwards and seemed to be planning to stab Cyrus in the temple with the wand!

"You have no chance!"

Cyrus turned his head to avoid the hand, and the next moment, a vortex suddenly opened in the air. The bodies of Cyrus and Voldemort were suddenly stretched, twisted together like shoelaces thrown into a washing machine, and suddenly sucked into the vortex.

"Snapped!"

Space is closed.

——

Voldemort rolled on the ground several times.

There are rugged and sharp rocks beneath him.

He opened his eyes and found that he was in a huge underground space. The light here was very dark, but he could still see clearly.

What about Cyrus?

He quickly stood up and looked around, but his eyes suddenly widened, and his body was petrified as if he had looked at a basilisk.

Looking along his line of sight, he saw a huge thing—hundreds of times larger than the hollow sphere he broke before—not far away—it was held up and down by rocks, emitting a scarlet glow. The fierce light is like the heart and veins of the earth!

——This is the legacy left by the dark wizard Morgana.

Endless terrifying magic.

Like a sealed devil carrying endless evil.

Due to the long-term seal, the magic power obviously has its own consciousness, curled up in the mithril sphere, like the embryo of a young dragon.

And under the huge embryo, stood a familiar shadow of Voldemort.

——Sellers!

At this moment, Cyrus withdrew his gaze from the embryo and turned to look at Voldemort.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of the Hogwarts motto?"

He held up a wand inlaid with crystals, a silver rusty crown on his head, and a golden chalice in front of him.

There was a hint of confusion on Voldemort's face.

"Click——"

The seal is lifted.

The huge magic power crashed down like a waterfall, completely submerging Cyrus, but then turned into a whirlpool and poured into the seemingly small golden cup!

The two pieces of Voldemort's soul became a huge carrier of negative emotions, and the magic power itself poured into Cyrus' body!

"I'll tell you!"

He opened his eyes, and the broken crown and golden cup fell to the ground in disarray. In the darkness, Cyrus's eyes turned red gold, as if he was a tyrant!

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon!"