Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort looked at the most powerful wand in his hand, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

"I haven't lost yet! Do you dare to give up on me and choose him?!"

He growled angrily, completely refusing to admit the fact that he had failed.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Although Voldemort was a little injured due to Cyrus's blindness, but holding the Resurrection Stone and now inhuman, this injury is actually nothing. He only needs a few breaths. You can get back on your feet!

The premise is that the Elder Wand is still willing to obey his orders.

But now, this wand actually betrayed at this time!

He couldn't accept this result. Now his magic power was obviously more powerful. Shouldn't the Elder Wand surrender to the hands of the strong? !

I have made so many preparations, and even Grindelwald held back Dumbledore. Apart from today, I am afraid there will never be such a good opportunity to kill Cyrus!

But now, he knew there was nothing he could do.

If what he was holding was just an ordinary wand, Voldemort would have thought of continuing to fight, but what happened was that he was holding the Elder Wand. And this wand now chose Cyrus.

Voldemort knew very well that no one could ever harm Cyrus with this wand again.

But even so, Voldemort was unwilling to give up the Elder Wand just like that. Even if it couldn't be used by him, at least he couldn't let it fall into the hands of Cyrus. What's more, if he seizes the opportunity, he may not be able to regain the ownership of the wand.

So he coldly withdrew his wand, and a thick black fog enveloped him.

"That's it for today, Cyrus, the annoying Aurors are coming." Voldemort did not show his weakness, although the Elder Wand at this moment had turned into an ordinary wand in his hand. An ordinary wand, but as long as he wanted to leave, Cyrus would still have trouble keeping him.

Having already rushed out of the Ministry of Magic, one of the two black dragons fighting each other in the sky of London suddenly turned into a quagmire, disappearing like turbid sewage under the gaze of tens of thousands of Muggles.

The other giant dragon lost its target, hovered in the air for a while, and then dived back hundreds of meters deep underground, returning to Cyrus's body, and the two Cyrus merged into one.

The battle here is over, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald also stopped.

The two of them stood separately in the flames. The red and blue colors were so distinct that it was difficult to blend.

When Cyrus left the Death Hall and came to them, he saw the power of time slowly fading away from their bodies, and their hair turned pale again. They looked at each other through the flames, as if they were experiencing it in an instant. For a hundred years, I watched how the other person aged.

Grindelwald's eyes were a little moist, but he seemed relieved, and he put down his wand first.

Seeing this, Dumbledore also slowly stopped.

The next moment, hundreds of firecracker-like sounds were heard in the surrounding air.

A large number of Aurors rushed out in panic.

Lame Scrimgeour walked in front, his face as blue as a slab.

"Dumbledore, where is You-Know-Who?"

"Already escaped." Naturally, it was Cyrus who answered him.

Hearing this, Scrimgeour seemed to want to say something else, but Fudge had already pushed away the crowd and ran out quickly. The features of his entire face were twisted together, like a fat pig weighing more than 600 kilograms.

"The Ministry of Magic is destroyed!"

When he screamed, he was as shrill as a slaughtered pig.

"I'm really crazy to allow you to use the Ministry of Magic as a competition venue -" He didn't dare to look at Cyrus and Grindelwald, but he had the guts to point at Dumbledore's head and scold him, "Dumbledore, look at this What has become of the Ministry of Magic?"

He raised his head, and the sun in the London sky fell straight into this huge pit.

"Cornelly, the most important thing now is Voldemort——"

"Don't mention that name!" Fudge yelled, "There is no You-Know-Who at all!" His little eyes widened, "Don't think I don't know! You-Know-Who is your excuse to bring it out! I But I didn’t see a single hair of the mysterious man!”

"Look what you have done!"

"Blow up the magic! Destroyed so many unexamined magics in the Department of Mysteries, and not even a grain of sand is left in the Hall of Time! And this -" He pointed hard at the hollow Above the head, "Two black dragons are fighting in the sky of London. Do you think those Muggles are blind?! Do you know how many people witnessed this battle?!"

Fudge was still pointing at Dumbledore's head and Cyrus had seen Grindelwald's expression becoming increasingly angry, but he refrained from taking action.

"Do you know how many dementors and other magical creatures that were originally used as checkpoints at the Ministry of Magic escaped and were sighted?!

"This is simply a disaster! How do you want me to face the International Federation of Wizards——"

"Excuse me," Dumbledore finally interrupted, "I am the chief wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards. Besides, the vice-president is also here!"

Dumbledore looked at Babajide.

The old wizard understood immediately, walked out of the crowd, and said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Fudge, the International Federation of Wizards will help deal with this accident. In addition, Mr. Newt Scamander brought With the magic of the winged devils, they can make Muggles forget all this."

Now that the words have come to this point, Fudge naturally can't say anything more.

Throughout the entire process, Cyrus just watched the show with a sneer.

Fudge didn't dare to point the finger at himself, but he dared to get angry at Dumbledore. Because Cyrus and Grindelwald will not tolerate his rudeness, it seems that good people deserve to be pointed at a gun.

As for Voldemort, Dumbledore tried to emphasize to Fudge several times that the other party was back, but Fudge always put him off.

Cyrus didn't understand whether he really felt that so many people were deceiving him, or whether he just wanted to be an ostrich and deceived himself.

These are not his main concerns.

Now, what Cyrus wants to deal with most is not even Voldemort, but Grindelwald.

If this old guy hadn't rebelled on the spot, maybe the three of them, no, even just one more Dumbledore, could have killed Voldemort again. But it was because Grindelwald disrupted the situation that they missed the opportunity.

Not only Cyrus, but also Dumbledore was angry about this.

The relationship between the two of them had finally eased after the Christmas party, but now it had dropped to freezing point again.

"Albus, things have actually reached this point, the third game..." Babajid asked with some concern.

He saw the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and was willing to believe that Voldemort had returned. Although the latter did not cause an uproar in the world like Grindelwald, he was an enemy that Dumbledore could not defeat, no matter how strong he was. Needless to say, of course.

There are two demon kings here, and there is also Cyrus of Ilvermorny, which is confusing. Babajid is a little worried about Dumbledore.

"The third game continues." Dumbledore did not terminate the competition because of this incident. On the contrary, he hoped to use the competition to completely solve the future troubles!

Be it Voldemort or Grindelwald, he never wanted to see anyone threatening the world again.

Many people were very worried about Dumbledore's decision. However, Fudge very much agreed with this proposal.

In his opinion, since Dumbledore continues to compete, it means that the matter is not as serious as he said. He can completely use the topic to show that the mysterious man's return is just a rumor. Otherwise, how could Dumbledore continue to compete?

Unless he's lost his mind.

But if he is confused, how can his words be trusted?

The Ministry of Magic needs to be rebuilt, and the deadline for the third game may not be held immediately in the short term. Cyrus handed Grindelwald to Dumbledore, thinking about Voldemort, and left the ruins of the Ministry of Magic.

At the same time, no one noticed that in the Death Hall, the broken arch suddenly seemed to be blown by a huge wind. The black curtains wrapped around the door frame were fluttering from the inside of the door, as if something was coming from inside. Walked out.

And this may not be an illusion.

The invisible body passed through the arch, leaving a row of distinct footprints on the steps covered with the blood of the basilisk.

——

"Boom!"

Voldemort collapsed in the huge fountain in the center of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The flowing spring water healed his wounds.

The skin on Voldemort's back that was pricked by the curse formed scabs, and then fell off like black coal, revealing new and tender skin.

However, on his chest, where he was cut by Gryffindor's sword, there was a purple and festering scar. No matter how the flesh there was closed again and again, the connection would immediately rot and stink...

"The poison of the basilisk..."

Voldemort soon realized that although summoning the basilisk to block his attack saved his life, Gryffindor's sword gained the power of the basilisk's venom after killing the basilisk, which made him cursed.

Of course, this is no big deal.

He stood up from the spring water, and water flowed down from his body.

The Beauxbatons students who passed by looked at him in surprise. Many of them were very angry that Voldemort had polluted their spring water, but due to Voldemort's aura, no one dared to approach.

Fortunately, after a while, little Barty had already traveled several times and arrived through Apparition.

He helped Voldemort to the principal's office, where Voldemort sat weakly on the chair.

"Congratulations, Master, you are finally resurrected!"

"You did a great job, little Barty." Voldemort looked at his most loyal servant and encouraged him generously.

He really felt that Barty Jr. had done a good job and successfully allowed Grindelwald to hold back Dumbledore. Unfortunately, the Elder Wand was not very powerful and he failed to kill Cyrus.

"I believe that both the impostor and Dumbledore will die in your hands soon!"

"No, you are wrong, little Barty." Voldemort shook his head, "Cyrus is very powerful. Even now, it is difficult for me to guarantee that my magic power can surpass him. I could have won, but it's a pity..."

As he spoke, he looked at the wand in his hand. The anger in his heart even made him want to tear it off completely for a moment!

But Voldemort didn't do it after all.

There was nothing wrong with temporarily losing ownership of the Elder Wand, but if he really lost the Elder Wand, then he would have nothing to play with.

"I need you to find me another wand. I heard that the wands made by Grigovitch are usually very powerful." Voldemort said softly.

Even if Voldemort was unwilling to agree with Ollivander's view that wands choose wizards, he had to admit that many wands did seem "alive", but that was only limited to a few wands.

For ordinary wands, he can completely defeat them with his own magic power!

"I'll go immediately."

Little Barty nodded and said.

"One more thing, go find Snape and ask him to make a potion for me to break the basilisk's poison."

Little Barty nodded. He had almost reached the door. Then he seemed to remember something again. He raised his head and said, "Master, Dumbledore has not stopped the Goblet of Fire. Do we need to participate in the third game?"

Originally, Voldemort participated in the Goblet of Fire in order to resurrect and get rid of Cyrus, but now, his goal has only been half achieved. Although he has been resurrected, killing Cyrus is not that easy.

Especially during the competition, Dumbledore and Cyrus were almost walking together, and it was even harder to kill them.

"Of course, I will participate in it myself!"

Voldemort stood up and said.

"But your body..."

"Someone has to attract attention for you so that you can have the opportunity to gather troops." Voldemort said slowly, "We have to prepare for war!"

——

Hogwarts.

Cyrus put aside those annoying and noisy things and sat alone in Ilvermorny's carriage.

His magical power is now known to the world.

Magical drones captured the moment he defeated Grindelwald, and countless people saw the giant black dragon fighting over London. At least in terms of strength, the entire wizarding world will soon place Cyrus on the same level as Dumbledore, or even higher.

But what he was thinking about now was how could Voldemort leave honestly.

Afraid of Aurors?

Of course it's impossible!

There is probably only one explanation, and that is that the Elder Wand no longer obeys his command.

"That wand belongs to me?" He pinched his chin and thought, but in fact he didn't really care about the Elder Wand Cyrus.

It can be seen from the battle with Voldemort that the Elder Wand is powerful, but something that cannot be truly controlled is ultimately flawed. Cyrus didn't want to be cheated one day.

"But this way, I have already mastered two of the three Deathly Hallows, and only..."

Cyrus was thinking when he suddenly heard Harry's voice: "Cyrus!"

He looked up and saw a head popping up out of thin air.

"Harry, why are you here?"

"I'll give you my cloak!" Harry took off his cloak and handed the last Deathly Hallows to Cyrus.