Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Harry walked down the corridors of Hogwarts.

The familiar castle in the past gave him a strange feeling now.

It was as if he was not in the place where he had lived day and night for several years now, but in a completely unfamiliar environment. Every corner and every corridor here made him uneasy.

The light in the castle is very dark, and the bright sunshine outside seems to be blocked by magical power. Looking out from the windows in the corridor, only a gray patch can be seen, as if the world they are in is not real, but an illusion. .

Harry glanced outside and felt inexplicably that the scene was like the world inside a pensieve.

But the difference is that everything here is real, the walls are solid, and every particle of dust is so clear——

The knights in the castle disappeared, and even the portraits on the walls were changed.

To be honest, Harry didn't recognize anyone in the portrait now. Each of them was very serious, staring at Harry with their eyes, exposing every move he made.

The feeling of being spied on was not pleasant, but Harry had nothing to worry about.

From beginning to end, he had only one mission——

Destroy Voldemort!

Don't worry about the rest.

He doesn't even care about the Goblet of Fire. The game itself can no longer determine the real outcome. Only life and death are the final outcome!

"Come, Voldemort, come to meet death..."

he said softly.

On the other side, Voldemort also entered the castle from another direction.

His current location was in the Slytherin common room, which was the most popular place in Hogwarts besides the Chamber of Secrets. This reminded Voldemort of the unforgivable days he had spent in Albany a few years ago.

He reached out and touched the thick glass in the lounge, looking at the huge lake through it. It looked dark, as its name suggests.

Unfortunately, Voldemort didn't see the giant squid, otherwise there would be more past events waiting for him to recall.

As for now——

"Let's go get the victory I deserve!" He smiled and left the basement like a poisonous snake emerging from a damp and cold cave.

But what he didn't expect was that his allies were already waiting for him outside.

Grindelwald just walked out of the auditorium while shaking the red wine glass in his left hand.

He didn't look like he was here for a game, but more like he was here for a banquet.

"I'm in good spirits, Grindelwald, but I think we should act quickly -" he smiled cruelly, "according to the agreement, we will kill Cyrus together. As for Dumbledore, I will leave it to you."

"certainly!"

Grindelwald drank down the red wine in his hand, threw the glass away, and when it fell to the ground, he immediately turned into a ferocious hound.

"It will lead us to Cyrus."

Whether it's Grindelwald or Voldemort, or Harry and Dumbledore, at this point, no one cares about the outcome of the game. They all know that the Goblet of Fire must be placed in the corner of the castle, but no one cares about the Goblet of Fire.

The hound galloped away.

The castle was neither too small nor too big, and it didn't take much effort for the hound to find one of its targets.

-It's Dumbledore.

At this moment, he was holding a very ordinary-looking wand in his hand. When he saw Grindelwald and Voldemort walking side by side, the blue eyes behind his moon-shaped glasses did not show any surprise.

"What a coincidence, Dumbledore."

Voldemort said hello with a smile on his face. He was the only one who felt so relaxed in this situation.

Especially after he discovered that what Dumbledore was scratching at the moment was not the Elder Wand, he looked down upon Dumbledore even more.

"Leave it to you?" Voldemort turned to look at Grindelwald, "Or do you want my help? I would be happy to break his legs and find a place to lock him up for fifty years. What do you think of Nurmengard? Sample?"

Grindelwald ignored Voldemort's wise words. He took a step forward and stopped in front of Voldemort.

"I'll deal with him myself."

The two old men, who were over a hundred years old, looked at each other again, as if they were going to continue the indecisive battle in the Department of Mysteries.

For a moment, the hearts of the entire Quidditch stadium audience, and even everyone else who could see the game being broadcast, were in shock. In fact, when they saw Voldemort walking with Grindelwald, they were already very desperate.

"No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he can't defeat both of them at the same time, right?"

"Cyrus is still on the top floor!" Hermione said worriedly.

However, Ron's eyes did not stay on the battlefield at this moment. After all, Hogwarts is only a small place. If there was a real fight, Cyrus should be able to hear the movement soon.

Now he was more concerned about where Snape was.

On the high platform, several senior Death Eaters gathered here, including Voldemort's most trusted Barty Jr.

But Snape, who betrayed them last night and led the Death Eaters to attack Harry, was missing.

Now even the mysterious man himself has appeared in Hogwarts, but Snape is not here, which makes Ron wonder if Snape has another conspiracy.

He looked around and found no sign of Snape, so he could only return his attention to the screen.

There seemed to be no room for conversation between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. The two of them raised their wands high and aimed at each other's hearts across a long corridor - where they were once filled with love. The place.

"This is the greatest magic - love!" Voldemort said sarcastically, "Dumbledore, feel the passion that your lover brings to you!"

He strode away.

"Stop!" Dumbledore planned to stop him, but Grindelwald's figure blocked his eyes.

He was smiling and his eyes were gentler than ever. He looked at Dumbledore and shook his head: "I can't just watch you die, Albus. Cyrus is not worthy of your trust."

"Really? Are you worth it?" Dumbledore immediately counterattacked sharply, as if Grindelwald's alliance with Voldemort had deeply hurt him.

"I spent decades fighting against him. I originally saw hope of annihilating him completely, but you ruined it!" Dumbledore looked calm, but every letter in his words contained anger!

"You broke everything - your promise -" Dumbledore glared at him. At this moment, the time between the two people seemed to be frozen, and it seemed that it was not there. In that silence, he didn't know whether it was a second or a thousand years. , Dumbledore's language changed from anger to sadness, "...and my life."

After all, he still couldn't let go of Ariana's death. The spell that killed her might have been Aberforth, or Grindelwald, or himself, but none of that mattered now.

The important thing is that to this day, no one of them has paid the price for what happened back then.

"How stupid, I thought you really repented."

He shook his head in disappointment.

In fact, he read every letter Grindelwald wrote to him in prison. There were countless times that Dumbledore could not restrain his heart and wanted to respond.

But he didn't do it after all.

Now it seems that he was right, those confessions were just the rhetoric of a man, and not even a single punctuation mark could be believed.

"I just don't want to have any more regrets." Grindelwald shook his head.

But now, Voldemort is gone.

"No more," Dumbledore said coldly, "Today is the day to bring everything to an end, including you and me, and Voldemort - everything!"

"Shattered to pieces!" He waved his arms, and the spell blasted out like a cannonball!

Grindelwald immediately responded with a spell, and the two men's spells were at loggerheads.

"It seems that I have no choice but to break your legs and imprison you as Voldemort said! At least this way you can save a life!" Grindelwald said coldly.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was hiding in the corner and had been peeping here until just now, also laughed.

"Okay, I think I'd better go find Cyrus."

He walked upstairs.

By chance, Harry also heard the fighting, so he hurried down.

The two of them met on the fifth floor.

——Across a long corridor, two people stood on both sides, like the two ends of a scale. Justice and evil, like fate, will eventually have a winner.

"Come on, Voldemort!" Harry naturally couldn't wait any longer.

He doesn't have much confidence in himself, but if he wants to stop being so afraid, he can only muster the courage to move forward. Now he is like a lion, alone, wandering in the wild, roaring at every enemy who comes near him, his mane spreading like the flame of life!

Voldemort was equally impatient.

It's just that he looked at Harry like he was looking at prey, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Dumbledore gave you the Elder Wand?"

he asks.

"Yes, are you scared?"

"Ridiculous," Voldemort whispered, "What do I have to fear? Just because you have the Elder Wand?"

He paused and grinned again.

"Now we all have the Elder Wand, isn't it fair?" Voldemort said, "I will prove that I am stronger than you, not because of the wand, but because of my own superior magic power!"

It's not like he didn't have the confidence to say these things.

He got his soul back from time, and even obtained an excess amount of soul repeatedly. At this moment, he not only reached the peak he was supposed to reach, but also surpassed the peak!

He is like a composite of several Voldemorts, except that all souls are completely compatible with him.

They adhere to the same principle as Voldemort, and the combined power can be said to be unmatched!

But the current Harry is also extraordinary.

He has the inheritance of Morgana given to him by Cyrus, the magical black dragon has enhanced his magic power, and in addition, he is now the master of three Deathly Hallows - which means he should be invincible!

Invincible!

Harry thought to himself, his hands not stopping at all.

Voldemort did not recognize his true identity and thought he was facing Cyrus. He wanted to talk to him some more and attack Cyrus verbally, but who would have thought that Harry did not follow martial ethics and directly launched the attack? !

"Expelliarmus!"

Red light burst out from the Elder Wand in his hand!

This is not like a spell, but more like a laser!

This powerful force made Harry feel unbelievable. His arms were shaking and his mouth was numb from the shock.

Voldemort is the Dark Lord after all. Even if Harry suddenly attacks, he can react immediately. With a flick of his wrist, he throws out a spell to attack.

The two spells collided, and Voldemort waved his hand again, easily deflecting Harry's spell away.

The spell did not dissipate, but hit the wall like a huge monster, directly knocking the wall down.

‘Now I’m afraid I have to wait a few months to open it next semester. ’

Harry thought to himself, but then he realized that it had nothing to do with him.

Voldemort, on the other hand, frowned.

"Disarming spell?"

He looked at Harry strangely: "How interesting, Cyrus, I don't know when you were so kind."

"Such an attack is not acceptable," he shook his head and approached Harry, "Have you forgotten who you are fighting?" He thrust his wand toward Harry, and green lightning split. "Show your true skills!"

Harry lowered his head to avoid the killing curse.

The biggest problem for him was how to play Cyrus.

He must be elegant and calm.

He took a deep breath, and then said coldly: "I'm just sympathizing with you, Voldemort, how pathetic you are."

"How can I see it?"

"Because you're going to die here today!" Harry said viciously.

But this seemed to be a very funny joke to Voldemort. He let out a short stream of air from his nose and his whole face was written with contempt.

"I'm sorry, you made me laugh." He said, "You know what? Cyrus, you never told these unrealistic jokes before. But this is understandable, a poor dog can only face When it comes to people who scare it, it barks more fiercely because it requires bluffing."

"It's just like you now, isn't it?"

"Really, let's give it a try!" Harry knew that he was the one confronting Voldemort now, and he was the one being insulted by Voldemort, but he still felt angry when he heard Voldemort say the word "Sellers".

He was filled with rage.

"ah--"

There is no need to recite the name of the spell at all. He only needs to wave the wand vigorously and imagine the magic power in his body, and his wand will automatically attack!

Powerful power brings fear, despair, sadness...

Countless negative magic powers have become more ferocious with the blessing of the Elder Wand!

They are like a quagmire full of pain, making the enemy sink deep into it——

"boom!"

——

"boom!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's spells fell on the ground beside them.

The two of them looked at each other and started "fighting" tacitly.

Barty Jr., who was on the Quidditch pitch, saw this scene and his face turned green and red.

Now, how did he not know that he was deceived by Grindelwald.

The old guy never really intended to help the Dark Lord for a moment.

"I have to find a way to tell the Dark Lord this news."

he thinks.