Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The green light of death only flashed for a moment, but it made everyone unable to open their eyes.

Harry briefly lost his vision. In the darkness, Cedric seemed to have died silently.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized that this long time in his mind was just a moment. The green lightning was still flying, and everything around him seemed to be shrouded in time and slowed down. And twisted.

Harry could see tiny dust particles floating in the air as if still, he could see the cold and cruel expression on Voldemort's face, and he could see the green light reflected on Cedric's fearful face...

That face overlapped with the illusion he had seen before. Cedric's cold body fell to the ground silently with his eyes open.

As soon as he looked into those soulless, empty pupils, Harry felt like he couldn't breathe.

Who can come to save him?

Mr. Sellers? Professor Dumbledore?

Harry wanted to scream, but he found that his body was as slow as everything around him - was death coming again?

He couldn't help but think to himself, but at that moment, a blazing flame appeared out of thin air - Voldemort's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, but then he couldn't restrain his excitement.

"Wow!"

The golden fire rippled in an instant and spread towards every corner!

Harry could feel the warmth brought by the firelight. Under the bath of flames, even the wound on his forehead that was about to be pried open seemed to have softened a bit.

But this flame is not a gentle palm brushing against the cheek.

It carried huge power and swept through the entire room like a tornado!

Wherever the wave of flames did not pass, the air was distorted!

Voldemort quickly pulled the wand out of Harry's brain, and then isolated a vacuum area in front of him, blocking the power of the fire like a wall.

But everyone knows that the flame is just a prelude, and the real dance is the one who walks with the flame.

"Bah!"

The cry of the phoenix came from the flames.

Then, there was a loud spell!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green lightning pierced the flames, cutting off Voldemort's spell before it could hit Cedric!

The two spells collided with each other, the power of death melted into each other, and the lightning collided, shattering the frozen time in an instant!

Cyrus raised his wand high and stepped out of the flames. The flames surrendered. His eyes were like torches, as if the gods were coming!

"Voldemort, do you only point your wand at children?" Cyrus said with a mocking look on his face, breaking Voldemort's spell, his voice exuding cold murderous intent.

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes that were soaked in blood and looked at the flames. In the flames, Cedric fell to the ground as if he had been granted amnesty. The three figures were not walking side by side. Cyrus was walking in front. His appearance He is not as old as Voldemort said.

Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone who had fallen from a high altitude finally landed safely, and his heart felt relieved as if his feet had stepped on solid ground. He just wanted to shout loudly, but the words were stuck before he could finish speaking.

"Cyrus, Dumbledore taught...wait, who are you?"

The second person who came out of the flames was not the Dumbledore he was familiar with, but a blond boy. The third boy was not blond, but the phoenix familiar to Harry surrounded him.

Handsome guys, who are you?

Where is Professor Dumbledore?

Harry wanted to ask, and he even noticed the same expression on Fox's face.

This beautiful flaming bird circled around the young Dumbledore, seeming to ask when Dumbledore also learned Nirvana and actually returned to his youth again?

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort frowned slightly and answered Harry's doubts.

This boy who doesn't look much older than him is actually Dumbledore?

"You've actually become younger."

Voldemort is ready, intending to transfer the cost of time travel and changing history to Cyrus, who is closely related to him. If his plan goes well, Cyrus must have become aging at this moment, or even... It turns directly into loess and dies.

But he didn't expect that not only did Cyrus not become an old man, but Dumbledore and Grindelwald returned to their youth under the power of time.

This was his mistake.

But Voldemort actually didn't care very much. The power of time is not that easy to control.

"I really thank you, Tom. I haven't experienced the feeling of youth for a long time. It's very wonderful." Even though Dumbledore has become younger, his way of speaking is still full of wisdom and old-fashioned.

"Ahem, Professor?" Cedric bent over, as if fire had been poured into his throat, and he choked to tears. "Professor, are you really...professor?"

He actually had many things he wanted to ask, such as Dumbledore's appearance at the moment, Voldemort, Harry and the Horcruxes... But now was really not the time, and Dumbledore also interrupted him.

"You did a great job Cedric. You are upright and brave. You are a worthy warrior." Young Dumbledore pressed Cedric's shoulders solemnly.

This was not a courtesy on his part, but an honor that Cedric deserved.

"But now, take the others with you and leave the Department of Mysteries immediately. Leave other matters to us."

"But Harry..."

"Don't worry, I will take Harry back with me." Even the young Dumbledore, when he spoke, gave people an undeniable and reassuring power.

Cedric immediately nodded vigorously, and at this moment he could only believe.

"Boy, don't forget to bring Durmstrang's unlucky guy with you." Grindelwald said.

Cedric turned to look for the other people who were knocked away by Voldemort, but Voldemort chose to ignore this little mouse. He looked at Dumbledore and said softly: "Can you now realize how wonderful what I am pursuing is?"

"Young, the strength in your body seems to be inexhaustible..."

"You are different from before." Dumbledore stood side by side with Grindelwald, and when he looked at Voldemort, his eyes became more solemn.

He could feel that the magic power possessed by Voldemort at this moment had exceeded that of any time in his history, and that the soul hidden under his body was no longer incomplete. Although it was patched and patched, it was completely complete and even much larger. .

His eyes were scarlet, and the whites of his eyes were completely black, like two bright blood-colored moons.

The complete soul, the magical legacy left by Morgana, the Deathly Hallows - this is Voldemort today!

"I dare say that this will be the strongest enemy we have ever encountered!" Grindelwald said seriously. His heart was filled with throbbing. In his magic eye, Voldemort seemed to be wrapped in a black and red ominous aura at this moment, and the terrifying power continued to spread, like death and plague.

"Of course, I am more powerful than ever!" Voldemort said coldly.

He even put down Harry Potter mercifully, leaving aside the boy who was once predicted to be the savior, as if he was of no importance at all. Voldemort didn't even care that much about Dumbledore and Grindelwald. He raised his head slightly:

"It's you who have made me what I am, especially you, Cyrus. If it weren't for you, how would I know what a huge mistake I made, stupidly splitting my soul, ah -" Voldemort sighed longly. He took a breath, as if looking back at his unbearable past.

"I was so naive and childish at that time, didn't I? I thought it was a good idea to split the soul to remain immortal. But I forgot that the power of magic relies on the unity of body, soul and emotions. How can a mutilated soul possibly exert itself to its fullest? Where’s the power!”

"So you went back in time and restored the lost soul?" Cyrus asked.

"Of course, this is the only way," Voldemort said seriously, "You have devoured my soul, and I am no longer your match. What else can I do except go back to the past?"

Now Voldemort has fully accepted his failure, and he also has many things to say about his fruitful time travel.

He hadn't said much before because Harry Potter wasn't a good listener, but Cyrus was different.

Now, the four people who can determine the life and death of the magical world are here, and every word they say can be recorded in history!

"I went back a lot of time to get my soul back, and I also discovered the secret of your power, Dumbledore." Voldemort excitedly raised the wand in his hand, "——The Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand, it's so wonderful right?"

"I once ignored too many things, thinking that fairy tales were just fairy tales, so I traced the source and found this!" He took out another black stone.

Cyrus noticed that Dumbledore was breathing a little heavier.

"The Resurrection Stone!" Voldemort said hoarsely, "Look, I used it to bring me a living body, capable of carrying any power! It's ridiculous. I was so ignorant before that I actually made it into a soul. It's a pity that there is also the cloak, it seems to be invisible, and I can't find it..."

Voldemort had a look of regret on his face, but he quickly put it behind him.

Ever since he got the Elder Wand in time, Voldemort has carefully studied the legend of Death and the Three Brothers. Cloaks are not important to him at all. The Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand are enough!

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were relieved to hear Voldemort give up his cloak.

The two of them didn't think that the Deathly Hallows were really magic props made by the God of Death, but once the three Deathly Hallows were gathered together, they might actually have some unexplainable magical power.

"The Deathly Hallows..." Cyrus looked into Voldemort's eyes and groaned.

He now has a Resurrection Stone in his hand. Unexpectedly, Voldemort actually brought a second one from the past. If two identical stones appear at the same time, will their magic powers conflict?

He glanced at the wand in Voldemort's hand. From the first moment when the two people's spells collided, Cyrus could realize how powerful Voldemort was at this moment.

From this point of view, at least the power of the Elder Wand still exists.

"Then, I retrieved my divided soul, and I found that when I put them together, the improvement was far beyond my imagination!"

Voldemort knew that Cyrus had used the same method to increase the strength of his soul, but he soon realized that the improvement brought about by the process of replenishing his own soul was greater than that of the few soul fragments that Cyrus devoured him. The improvement is much greater.

This made him doubt Cyrus' existence.

After that, he returned to the diary where Gwarts made trouble, and he found that the soul in the diary was not the same as Cyrus at all...

Voldemort stared at Cyrus with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Cyrus's soul:

"So, Cyrus, why don't you tell me who you really are?"

"You are not my split soul at all, or rather... you swallowed my soul and inherited my talent and strength, but where did you come from?" Voldemort's face said. With doubts, "No matter what time it is, I have never found your shadow, except now!"

Voldemort pointed the finger at Cyrus with just a few words.

Not only was he curious, but Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at Cyrus curiously from the corners of their eyes, as if expecting an answer from him.

"You really want to know my past?" Cyrus asked.

He swirled the wand between his fingers and whispered softly.

"There's nothing strange about this. I'm just a wandering soul who happened to come across your diary."

A few years ago, Cyrus certainly wouldn't have dared to reveal his identity like this, especially in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but now, so what if he revealed it?

Magic is power. In the final analysis, it depends on strength. There can't be anyone who really mourns for Voldemort's soul, right?

But then again, Cyrus is actually saying nonsense. Who doesn't know that he is originally a soul.

"It looks like the conversation is over, let's let our men see the truth." Voldemort had no intention of making a sneak attack.

This time traveling through time, he got back his soul, his power, his wisdom and nose, and of course his elegance.

He bowed briskly, as if what was about to begin was not a life-and-death battle, but a wizard duel within the rules.

Of course, wizard duels often involve deaths...

Cyrus breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes flashing.

He glanced at Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The two of them were brought back in time to their youth. Although their understanding and knowledge of magic were still in their minds, their magic was no longer at its peak.

But it was Cyrus himself. Because Voldemort reversed his time, Cyrus's magic reached its peak.

He realized that in this battle, he must use all his strength to fight Voldemort!