Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

1st Congress

"A mere grain of sand is not even half as good as me."

Cyrus stood in the middle of the explosion, reaching out and flicking away the dust on his body.

The spells released by dozens of elite Aurors seemed to him to be lighter than dust.

What's even more frightening is that everyone present can see that Cyrus is not pretending. The spell that can put people into a permanent sleep has no effect on Cyrus at all, as if it is a mud cow falling into the sea. Make a little bit of waves.

He didn't even have his hair messed up, and his suit was still as straight as before, without any wrinkles.

Katherine's eyes widened, thinking she was seeing a god.

"Is he a fire dragon?"

All the wizards present opened their mouths as if they had seen a monster.

The only thing that comes to their mind at this moment is the fire dragon!

The skin of this magical animal has extremely strong magic resistance and can invalidate many magics.

"Fire Dragon? How can such a lowly beast compare to him?!" Bella's face flushed, her eyes looking at Cyrus were filled with madness and admiration. She seemed to be paying homage to a god. Witnessing the miracle with her own eyes made her We reached the top directly, and even our breathing became heavier!

And as she said, even a fire dragon would not be able to shake his body even after taking dozens of spells. Not to mention that everyone who cast the spell just now is a top Auror!

No one noticed Bella's strange expression at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Cyrus.

This power has exceeded their imagination.

Cyrus stood alone in front of hundreds of wizards in the darkness. He looked so small, as if he might be overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people at any time.

But he makes people feel very tall, and his tall and straight body seems to support the pillar between heaven and earth!

The dignitaries of the Magic Congress and Cyrus looked at each other. Their sight lines were almost at the same level, but in their hearts they always had the illusion of looking up at the mountains.

Especially those who attacked Cyrus just now, each one seemed to be shrouded in fear. Under the gaze of Cyrus's red-gold eyes, it seemed as if there was a huge mountain on their shoulders!

Sweat dripped from O'Brien's forehead and he swallowed uncontrollably.

His pupils shrank, and the Cyrus reflected in his eyes was no longer handsome, but a ferocious monster!

Now, the monster is on the move!

Cyrus took a few steps forward as if taking a walk. His steps were very light, but in O'Brien's eyes they were very heavy. The steps were like those of a giant stepping on ice skates. Every step closer was like a giant. A gash of fear was left in his heart.

When Cyrus walked up to him, O'Brien's heart was riddled with holes.

"I really don't know if you are brave or stupid to challenge me."

There was no smile on Cyrus's face. He glanced at the wizards in the Magic Congress Hall. All the wizards he glanced at couldn't help but lower their heads as if they were under a spell, as if this was the only way to avoid that powerful force. The gaze that penetrates them.

Cyrus saw the current president of Congress running towards the distance with several entourage, as if intending to put an end to the commotion.

But it was obviously impossible for Cyrus to stop at this moment.

He laughed coldly and raised his left hand. The electricity in his palm was like a swarm of snakes dancing around.

The next moment, the magic power in Cyrus's hand suddenly exploded!

"boom!!!"

The huge impact spread violently around Cyrus with the center at the center.

The air in the Magical Congress seemed to be distorted all of a sudden, and the translucent shock wave formed into substance like water waves!

O'Brien, who was closest to Cyrus, immediately felt a huge force hitting his chest head-on, as if a speeding high-speed train hit his chest hard, and the huge tension almost shook his whole body. All squashed!

Under this force, the blood all over his body surged in all directions, shattering his blood vessels and piercing his skin as if it turned into countless arrows!

"Snapped!"

Like a balloon filled with water, O'Brien exploded instantly!

The blood spread to one side like a crescent moon, with clear particles like a heavy rain. It hit the face of the Congress President who was walking towards him, turning him into a bloody man.

Before Kohaug even had time to think about what it was, the space in front of him was already distorted.

The impact like a huge wave arrived in front of him in an instant. Kohaug had no time to react and was directly knocked to pieces by the impact. He flew backwards and almost lost consciousness.

Not just him, except for Bella Katharine and Graves, all the members of the Magic Congress gathered here were affected by this power. For a moment, the entire Congress hall seemed to have a plate being beaten. Like dumplings, there are people everywhere.

The snakewood wand in Bella's hand suddenly seemed to come alive. It raised its small dark green head and opened an invisible barrier.

Several of them even almost hit the dome of the Magic Congress, and then they fell in random directions like rain. They either hit the ground hard and broke several bones, or they simply hung directly on the wall decorations, like a Cat being pinched by the scruff of the neck.

"Sorry, I seemed to have accidentally overplayed the game, and a few people died." Cyrus apologized, but his tone was nonchalant.

He looked at the wizards who were all kneeling in front of him, and his words were full of mockery: "It is difficult to master the strength of stepping over ants without crushing them to death."

Kohaug, the president of the Magical Congress, was like the moon. The half facing Cyrus was completely covered in blood, but the back was clean. At this moment, he was lying on the ground with his body twisted, looking at Cyrus with difficulty and anger.

Of all the wizards present, except for O'Brien and the few wizards who came to trouble Cyrus in the first place, no one else has been confirmed dead so far. At least no one is as miserable as O'Brien and the others. It exploded directly, blood spattered, bones and flesh were turned into mud, leaving only a piece of human skin that was penetrated by blood and riddled with holes!

Cyrus obviously has enough ability to control the power, and he clearly intends to let O'Brien and the others die!

Samuel G. Kohaug knew this clearly, but he had no way to tell it. On the one hand, he suffered a heavy blow to the chest, broke several ribs, and may even have punctured the lungs. On the other hand, he also knows that what Cyrus said is actually a step. Just follow it down. If you have to break it, isn't that looking for death?

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Not just him, most of the people who can actually work in the Magic Congress are human beings, and they all understand what Cyrus means. The other party was just showing force, but O'Brien was unlucky and hit the muzzle of the gun.

But now no one sympathizes with O'Brien, everyone feels that he totally deserves it!

Why do you have to provoke the evil god Cyrus?

They were also implicated in the harm.

"Then - I will be the headmaster of Ilvermorny. Who agrees and who objects?"

Cyrus raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes were like the shining sun, hanging high in the dome!

He opened his hand, and Bella, who was holding the snake demon wand, immediately understood. She walked quickly behind Cyrus, lowered her head, and presented the wand with both hands.

Samuel G. Kohlhaug watched as Cyrus reached out and grasped the snakewood wand.

He put on the crown like a king, picked up the scepter that symbolized power itself, and stood in the supreme position!

Except for the wails, the halls of Congress were silent.

No one said anything, and Cyrus pretended they had no objection.

At this time, who can say "no"?

Even if Cyrus said that he planned to take up the post of president of the Magic Congress immediately, Kohaug would not dare to refuse in the slightest. Otherwise, everyone in the Magic Congress may be killed immediately!

He looked at Cyrus and thought of Dumbledore inexplicably.

Perhaps only the greatest white wizard in the world could be Cyrus's opponent. They are equally powerful, but the difference is that Cyrus is not a saint.

O'Brien's blood, which had not completely cooled, was still recounting Cyrus' horror.

Cyrus may be more like Grindelwald than Dumbledore.

Bella looked at the other people in the Magical Congress wagging their tails like dogs, unable to even say a word to disobey Cyrus, so she looked at Cyrus and asked a question that she cared about very much.

"Can I stop pretending?"

Rather than lurking in the Magic Congress, she would rather stand behind Cyrus and follow in her master's footsteps.

Anyway, she initially infiltrated Congress just to take control of Congress, and now, Cyrus's desire to be the president of Congress is actually just a matter of words.

"Then let Bulstrode take over as the president of the Congress." Cyrus agreed to Bella's request and appointed his loyal servant Bulstrode as the next president of the Magic Congress.

As for Kohaug, although he surrendered to Cyrus at the moment, he was only forced by force. No one knew whether he would turn around and go to Dumbledore for help. It would be better for the power of the Magical Congress to be in his own hands!

Then, Cyrus put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, turned to look at Graves, who seemed to have lost his soul and turned into a doll, and said softly:

"Then, Mr. Graves, let us continue the original topic."

He ignored the wounded everywhere - someone would always come to help anyway - and instead looked at Graves, who was more worthy of winning over. This wizard is more valuable and easier to exploit and bribe.

"I can tell you that Grindelwald is indeed alive, and he is very likely to achieve his goal through this competition." Cyrus was very convinced of this. "I know the past of the Graves family, and I also understand you. idea. But you are no match for him——

"You can think that I am a little arrogant, but there are no more than three people in this world who are capable of confronting Grindelwald, and I happen to be one of them." Having said this, Cyrus pointed the snakewood wand towards himself. The inner side of his arm slid, signaling Graves to come to his side, "Follow me, I can help you!"

Graves' eyes were moved.

In fact, he even forgot his hatred for Grindelwald in his mind at this moment, and instead, Cyrus's words kept echoing.

Arrogant?

Graves did not think that Cyrus was arrogant. On the contrary, he thought that Cyrus might be modest.

Casting a spell without a wand killed so many wizards in the hall in an instant, even Grindelwald couldn't do it!

He couldn't imagine how terrifying Cyrus' magic power would be when he picked up the legendary snakewood wand!

Graves' blank mind could no longer think. He subconsciously took steps towards Cyrus, but there was another person who was a little faster than him - Kathleen had returned to Cyrus before Bella. By the time, I had already followed him.

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August.

The much-anticipated Quidditch World Cup has begun.

Harry received the letter in July. He left Privet Drive early this summer vacation and lived in the Hideaway for several days. Now, together with everyone in the Weasley family and Hermione, he came to the place known as A competition venue that accommodates 100,000 people.

He looked expectantly at the faces of everyone who passed by him, trying to spot Cyrus.

He had not seen Cyrus for several months, but through some well-informed people in the school - Ron in particular - Mr. Weasley would sometimes write to tell them some information - Harry and the others had to Knowing that Cyrus seems to have left for North America, Arthur Weasley did not say much about the specific news.

Of course he already knew that Cyrus would bring students from Ilvermorny to participate in this Triwizard Tournament. In fact, just last month, Cyrus and Bella went to the Ministry of Magic in person and almost scared Fudge. Peed.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who came forward to settle the matter.

Now Cyrus and the former Death Eater Bellatrix may not have left the UK yet, but are waiting for representatives from Durmstrang and Bubbaston to discuss specific matters.

But regarding the Triwizard Tournament, it is still a confidential matter so far, and Arthur cannot reveal it.

Compared to Harry looking around, Hermione and Ginny seemed to have never expected to see Cyrus at the World Cup from the beginning.

"Harry, I said before, Cyrus can't come to the Quidditch match." Ginny said tirelessly, "Quidditch is just a pastime for him, his things are much more important!"

"What if?" Harry reached into his pocket and held something cold.

Then, under Hermione's horrified gaze, he pulled out a pistol.

"What are you doing, Harry!" Hermione screamed, "Take it back!"

"Why are you so excited? I have used up all the magic bullets. I also want to ask Cyrus what he wants!"