Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort held Cyrus' shoulders.

He was tall, almost a head taller than Harry, and although he was thin, he looked much healthier than the skinny Harry.

At this moment, his sudden appearance made Ron and the twins a little unable to react. Their minds went blank. They should have felt fear at this time, but they had forgotten what fear was.

While Ron was bearing the impact of the spell just now, he turned around sharply. He lost his footing and rolled to the side. But even so, he did not forget to save Harry.

The cursed bullet hit Voldemort directly in the cheek.

This of course doesn't work.

Magic bullets are different from real magic spells. They are the product of alchemy after all. The wizard's spells and mana can almost be said to be the power of gods. They can do whatever they want and are omnipotent!

With just one thought, Voldemort turned the bullet into a blooming flower. It withered piece by piece as it flew, and when it landed on Voldemort's face, there was only a little lingering fragrance left.

"Let Harry go!"

"Touching friendship, what do you think, Harry?" Voldemort said approvingly, but every word he said was full of sarcasm.

He waved his hand gently, and Ron and the twins seemed to be imprisoned by something invisible. Their bodies floated and hit the wall of the distant yard.

In reality, Voldemort simply cast a permanent sticking spell that stuck the three of them to the wall.

This spell has no lethality, but it is not that easy to break. Sirius has the most say on this point. If there was any way he could take down that annoying portrait of his mother from the house at Grimmauld Place, he would be happy to do so.

"Let me go, Voldemort!" Cyrus pretended to struggle, trying to break free from Voldemort's hands.

Of course, he didn't dare to use real force, otherwise a fire dragon wouldn't be able to withstand Cyrus's torment.

But even so, he found something was wrong. Voldemort was much stronger than before.

'Perhaps he is conducting some magical experiments again? ’

At this time, members of the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting in the house also discovered Voldemort.

"Harry!" Sirius howled, all of them were desperately trying to break out, but their enemies were not so willing to let them go.

There were too many Death Eaters.

Moody slammed his wand, which was integrated with the crutch, onto the ground. The shock wave formed by the spell was like a wave of water, knocking back several Death Eaters.

Little Barty blocked the attack, and just as he was about to fight back, a black shadow pounced towards him!

——That's a crazy werewolf!

It's Lupine!

He didn't drink the medicine today, or maybe there's something wrong with the potion itself——

Snape used the flying spell taught to him by the Dark Lord to avoid the sharp claws, but the monster bit everyone without distinguishing between friend and foe!

He is a lion rushing into the sheep, and no one can resist him!

All spells cannot penetrate the skin of the wolf-turned-Lupin. He does not look strong, in fact, it can be described as thin, but his powerful magic resistance makes him invincible!

Lupine howled in the night. Every time he jumped, he overturned the bodies of several Death Eaters. Every time he landed, they were shattered to pieces!

Although he could not tell the difference between friend and foe, the huge number of Death Eaters made him ignore the people of the Order of the Phoenix.

Moody thought of a way. His throat was hoarse, but he still shouted:

"Follow me!"

Everyone ran out following the path Lupine made through his rampage. This ferocious monster had lost its consciousness, but it was still possible to tell who was the greatest threat here——

He rushed towards Voldemort!

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, so fast that Lupine, who was only a shadow, was hit on his face as if he had been hit hard.

Voldemort just turned his palms, and it was as if a mountain was pressing on him, and even the ground sank a few centimeters.

"How dare a lowly beast like you stand in front of me?" he said coldly, looking at Lupine lying on the ground as if he was looking at a dirty bedbug.

Then, he looked at Sirius and others who had broken out, as well as the Death Eaters who were pursuing them.

He stretched out his hand slightly to signal the Death Eaters to stop, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix were not safe.

"Mysterious man, let Harry go!" Sirius yelled. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Harry would be injured in the hands of Voldemort.

In response, Voldemort didn't even bother to look at him.

"Do you think that what I just said was said to that dirty werewolf bastard alone?" His voice was extremely cold and filled with anger like fire!

"Kneel down!"

The moment Voldemort opened his mouth, Moody and the others immediately felt a powerful force pressing on their bodies, threatening to break their spines!

Voldemort liked to watch his enemies bow before his eyes.

And this devil's unparalleled magic power is enough to make him omnipotent!

He only needs one thought to make these elite wizards lie down like ants in front of him.

Since these pathetic weaklings have no power, it's time to put themselves in their rightful place.

Sellers is still struggling.

At this moment, Voldemort just grabbed his shoulder with one hand, but it felt like it was welded to metal.

By now, Cyrus was certain that Voldemort must have performed some magical experiments on himself.

Not having a powerful body is a huge gap between Voldemort and Cyrus. It is understandable for a proud and arrogant person like him not to allow anyone to do better than him.

Relying on his current immortal body, Voldemort may not have to take into account as many things as before when conducting magic experiments.

He becomes stronger again!

Cyrus thought to himself.

Voldemort didn't know what Cyrus was thinking. He was proud of his success, and he was complacent, but he was also full of reason. He knew that Dumbledore would never let him achieve his goal so easily.

If the old guy had known for a long time that he was here to attack Harry, how could he not show up on his own?

"Come out, Dumbledore."

Voldemort sneered.

Privet Drive at night is as quiet as death——

This place seemed to have become a natural battlefield. Such a huge movement was no less than a terrorist attack, and the entire street was almost blown up. But the surrounding residents showed no reaction.

In fact, they had already left.

Dumbledore had already been prepared.

And Voldemort saw through it all——

A spark suddenly appeared in the darkness, and then the flame bloomed like a broken iron flower——

Snapped!

Dumbledore's white robe still had flaming tails on it, and he walked out of nothingness.

"Let Harry go, Voldemort."

Dumbledore said seriously.

He is such a good principal who respects his students. After Voldemort emphasized that he preferred this name, he no longer called him Tom.

But Voldemort didn't seem to notice this. He was just a little surprised because Dumbledore was the only one walking out of the darkness - he thought this trap would be more dangerous.

"Where's Cyrus?" he asked.

It's in your hands.

"Maybe you've made a mistake about something," Dumbledore said. "Cyrus and I don't wear the same trousers."

Of course, you and Grindelwald are the ones, otherwise why would he be willing to cooperate with me in order to save you?

Voldemort thought to himself that he did not continue to ask about Cyrus. Since Dumbledore didn't say anything, it didn't matter whether Cyrus came to surround him today or not.

It was enough for him to just treat Cyrus as having arrived and be vigilant.

"Okay, let Harry go." Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand.

The moment he looked at the wand, Voldemort suddenly realized that he did not necessarily have to take Harry away, he only needed to defeat Harry - and this was too easy - in fact, he had already Won!

He had captured Harry, who could say this wasn't his victory?

At this moment, Voldemort suddenly became excited when he thought of this.

However, he still did not let go of the hand holding Harry, but the other hand picked up the Elder Wand again——

He immediately felt a huge force spurting out from the Elder Wand, flowing from every pore of his palm into his body like a torrent, washing through every blood vessel in his!

"ah--"

Voldemort groaned intoxicatedly.

He savored the power this wand brought to him and was convinced that he was invincible!

Voldemort had personally experienced the power the Elder Wand brought to him, and he could easily tell whether he was the wand's owner or not - at this moment, his heart was swelling like magic!

But he didn't understand that one of the strongest people might already be standing on the edge of the cliff of destruction.

"I thought you would be smarter, Dumbledore," he said.

"I thought Harry Potter might not be the owner of the Elder Wand at all, and you just set up a smoke bomb, but you actually made him a bait and put him in danger, just to lure me into taking the bait."

At this moment, just like in the first year, Dumbledore used the Sorcerer's Stone as bait to make him and Harry confront each other.

But at that time Harry kept the Philosopher's Stone, and now - the great Lord Voldemort has won!

"You don't know how to learn a lesson, Dumbledore." Voldemort said Dumbledore's name in every sentence, as if to emphasize that the other party was the loser and how stupid Dumbledore was.

He shook his head, becoming more and more proud when he saw Dumbledore's expression getting uglier.

"You surprised me, Dumbledore," he said. "It didn't seem like a mistake you would make, but you did."

Voldemort couldn't imagine that this was Dumbledore's plan, because his power had truly increased and nothing could take away his Elder Wand!

Dumbledore's behavior is to strengthen his wings. If this is also the plan, then Voldemort hopes that there will be more such plans.

He suddenly raised his hand and cast a spell!

This curse is thicker than lightning!

Dumbledore immediately attacked. He seemed to be struggling, and under Voldemort's attack, he looked like a dead tree that was about to break in the strong wind.

"How pitiful, isn't it?" Voldemort said proudly.

Of course, he had expected his magical power at this moment, but when he suppressed Dumbledore, he still couldn't suppress his proud emotions.

This is the first time in so many years that he is so happy!

But he showed mercy.

"Hahaha, you are so weak, Dumbledore!"

"I can't bear it anymore. My dear old professor, are you feeling well?" Voldemort really asked as if he was concerned about his elderly teacher.

Dumbledore doubled over, gasping for air.

He also wanted to be like a real teacher and was still teaching Voldemort some principles to this day.

"Never be too proud, Voldemort."

"It's really interesting. The Elder Wand that no one can match belongs to me. Do you think anyone will be able to take it away from me this time?" Voldemort asked, his voice was completely different in an instant. As if from hell——

"Absolutely impossible!"

"I really want to kill you now, but it won't be fun." He said, "I will kill you under everyone's watch - but don't worry, it won't be now or tomorrow." Contest."

"I promised Grindelwald to spare you once. You should really thank your rose-like lover until death."

"But I still have a question for you."

The powerful power gave Voldemort enough confidence. While he was wary of possible attacks from Cyrus, he asked:

"What makes you think Harry can defeat me? That ridiculous prophecy?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's because Harry has something that you can never have. Your magic is indeed powerful, but your heart is desolate. You are so pathetic. Voldemort, living with the power of the Resurrection Stone, relying on this half-dead body, you can feel What?"

"Nothing."

"It's the same old thing again," Voldemort shook his head in disappointment.

Of course he knows that "love" is a powerful magic, but it is just a kind of ancient magic. Now he has also mastered ancient magic. He has cracked Lily Potter's spell. He can come to Privet Drive, and he can Touch Harry Potter and he can do anything!

Voldemort lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He has been waiting for Cyrus to show up, but after so long, Cyrus still has no movement, and he is tired of it.

"That's it for today..." Voldemort let go of Cyrus, and then he floated up, looking down at everyone like a god.

Having obtained the Elder Wand, Voldemort no longer needed Harry.

Of course he could take away the last soul fragment from Harry, but he just didn't want to do that now. He wanted to prove to Dumbledore that he didn't care about Harry at all. This so-called savior was more ridiculous than a joke.

On the other hand, Horcruxes are indeed the last resort.

"Go back and tell Cyrus that tomorrow is the day he will die."