Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The Dark Lord must be told this news!

At this moment, little Barty's mind was filled with these thoughts.

He looked around and found that he was surrounded.

Not to mention McGonagall and other Hogwarts professors, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic also skillfully wrapped up their group of Death Eaters. Not to mention the wizards from the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Durmstrang, and the International Confederation of Wizards... Now, he just glanced around for a moment, and immediately met Bella's provocative gaze.

This woman is waiting for them to do something!

Even though the Death Eaters now have complete control over the French Ministry of Magic, they are actually far behind in terms of military strength.

The power of the Dark Lord was able to cause such great turmoil in Britain more than ten years ago, which was also related to the fact that no one in the world was willing to help Britain.

The situation is very different now.

He was trapped in the auditorium, unable to move. Little Barty knew that if he really took action, all the Death Eaters would probably be eliminated in an instant.

In fact, the Death Eaters are more powerful than ever, but so are their enemies.

He couldn't act rashly, but someone could - Severus Snape.

From the beginning to now, Snape has been missing. Little Barty is not sure whether the Dark Lord has plans for him, or whether he just doesn't dare to appear here because of yesterday's attack. This is not surprising, Snape's betrayal was very hateful, and I am afraid that as soon as he shows up, he will immediately attract attacks.

But where has he gone?

Little Barty didn't know, he could only worry.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still firing powerful spells around them, pretending to be fighting fiercely.

They seemed to be in perfect harmony, but that was just a look.

In fact, the two people were still engaged in a verbal battle.

"I think we should have fooled him," said Dumbledore.

"Maybe." Grindelwald was noncommittal. Compared with this, he wanted to know whether the words Dumbledore said not long ago were sincere.

Of course, maybe he already knew the result without asking. Although Dumbledore seemed to be getting along well with him at the moment, in fact the rift between them was thousands of miles apart. Dumbledore only compromised for the greater good.

"But I remind you, Albus," he said heartbreakingly but kindly, "although You-Know-Who is very dangerous, so is Cyrus. He will kill you, I saw it."

"Thank you very much, Grindelwald."

Dumbledore just smiled in response. He didn't seem to care, but the opposite was true.

"I don't think Cyrus is going to kill me," he said. "He might try to beat me, which wouldn't be too hard for him, but I don't think he's going to kill me. Are you sure you saw that? Does that person have to be him?"

You know, Voldemort now has a face similar to Cyrus.

With the opponent's superb magic power, it is not so easy to see through the human body transformation technique.

He suspected that the person Grindelwald saw was not actually Cyrus, but Voldemort.

He didn't care whether he lived or died, but what worried him was that this might mean that their plan might not succeed.

But Grindelwald didn't think so.

"Do you think my magic eye can't see through that person's transformation?" he asked.

Grindelwald has an unparalleled pair of magical eyes, which are like Odin's eyes, allowing him to see the past and the future. Even Moody's evil eye can see through the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows. With the combination of Grindelwald's powerful magic power and these eyes, nothing in the world can escape.

If it was really Cyrus, then Dumbledore would be relieved.

"Death is not a terrible thing," he said.

He even looked a little happy.

This world is a huge cage for him. As long as he is alive, Dumbledore can only suffer - for his love, past, regret and responsibility... What's more, if he dies, maybe he will I really have a chance to say sorry to Ariana.

"It's just a great adventure!" he said expectantly.

"You and I both know this is just a lie." Grindelwald ruthlessly broke his illusion. There are ghosts in the magical world, but the existence of ghosts does not mean that they retain everything about the dead. In fact, the existence of ghosts is more like a mass of memories. They are not real souls, but just a sad shadow trapped in the world left by cowardly people who are unwilling to give up reality and are afraid of death.

Not to mention, Dumbledore's sister didn't even turn into a ghost.

She is an Obscurus, and generally speaking, Obscurials have difficulty casting magic.

The magic power of such people is more like the nourishment of Obscurus.

Even a wizard cannot determine whether the world after death is real or not.

In fact, both Grindelwald and Dumbledore thought that was false. Just like the legend of the Deathly Hallows - does Death really exist in this world?

I'm afraid not so. Both of them thought it was just a story, and the so-called three holy artifacts were just powerful magical artifacts made by the three brothers. As for the world after death, apart from endless sleep, what else is left?

Maybe with their magic power, they can make their thoughts stay in this world for a short time, but that is not a real existence after all.

It was just a lie, a comfort to myself and others.

Just like what people always say: "Tomorrow will be better", no one can guarantee it.

"Even if it's just a deep sleep, that's what I need." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Grindelwald seemed to want to say something else, but Dumbledore changed the subject before he could.

"Okay, it's time for us to take action and act according to the plan." Dumbledore put away his wand and glanced at the ceiling. Across several floors of space, the sound of exploding spells could be heard.

Harry Potter was losing ground.

Voldemort raised his wand high, strode like lightning, and cast spells like lightning.

His movements became more and more flamboyant, and his large robes fluttered in the wind, like the spread wings of a big bird.

He is majestic, and every time he strikes, he carries irresistible power!

Harry was no match at all. He was unable to resist, so he could only keep dodging while maintaining a decent appearance.

But Voldemort had no doubts.

In fact, with the blessing of multiple magic powers and sacred weapons, Harry's magical power has almost reached a level close to that of Cyrus. Just the magical legacy of Morgana given to him by Cyrus is enough to make Harry's magic power comparable to that of Grindelwald.

And he also has the blessing of three Deathly Hallows. Although Voldemort's magical power is stronger than Harry's, surprisingly, every time his spell tries to hit Harry, it either weakens in power or rubs against him. Passing by.

This is the magic of the invisibility cloak.

The seemingly ordinary invisibility cloak has the magical power to evade death according to legend.

The power it possesses is not only to hide, but more importantly, to protect!

But Voldemort didn't realize this. In fact, he thought it was natural for Harry to escape his magic because he thought Harry was Cyrus. This level was nothing to Cyrus. He even felt that Harry was not doing well enough and was not as good as when he was in the Department of Mysteries.

"Don't tell me that's all you have, Cyrus!" Voldemort shouted.

While shouting, he was also launching an attack!

"boom!!!"

The curse flew out like a poisonous snake, trying to give Harry a fatal blow.

"ah!"

Harry gritted his teeth and intercepted the spell. He still felt tired. Every attack from Voldemort was like a heavy hammer hitting him. If this continued, even though he was made of steel and iron, The copper bells will be shattered due to metal fatigue over time.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Voldemort's spell hit him like a whip.

"Snapped!"

The spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards and fell to the ground.

A look of confusion finally appeared on Voldemort's face.

"What are you doing, Cyrus? How can you be so weak?" he asked in confusion. There was even a hint of anger in his tone, as if a weak Cyrus was an insult to him.

Of course he could think so, not only because he believed that Cyrus was born from his soul, but also because Cyrus had defeated him several times and destroyed his body, forcing him to take risks and reverse course. Time to take back the Horcrux.

He had prepared so much to defeat Cyrus, but the victory at this moment was not worthy of it.

It's too easy.

Voldemort couldn't help but want to ask who this Cyrus was in front of him.

But as soon as the idea came to his mind, he gave up the idea.

Besides Cyrus, who else is qualified to stand in front of him?

Although the magic power of Cyrus in front of him was much weaker than he expected, it was not comparable to that of others.

There is only one explanation——

"Are you a clone?" Voldemort asked.

He immediately thought of the battle in the Department of Mysteries.

Cyrus took advantage of the doppelgänger's spell to injure him by a trick. If not for this, his Elder Wand would not have rebelled at that time.

"Do you think you can use the same move on me twice?" Voldemort asked coldly.

A little trick like that might be smart once, but it looks stupid the second time.

"Okay," Voldemort walked up to Harry with his head held high. He looked down at him with a condescending expression, "Don't let me look down on you, Cyrus, let your clone come out, otherwise I won't mind at all." Let me kill you!"

he threatened.

But Harry was very helpless.

The strength he has now relies on the blessings of many things. He felt that his current magic power was simply unimaginable, and perhaps something he would never be able to achieve on his own in his lifetime. However, such power seemed insignificant in front of Voldemort. In Voldemort's opinion, he was completely inferior to Cyrus.

This caused Harry a huge setback in his heart.

He felt more and more that he was no match for Voldemort.

However, his eyes dimmed a bit, and it didn't matter whether he was his opponent or not.

Anyway, his mission is not to defeat Voldemort, but to die - to let Voldemort kill him himself. He even felt that it would be better not to hold the Elder Wand or to use Cyrus's magic, so that he might die faster.

Most likely Voldemort would have killed him with just one spell.

Faster than sleep.

So, he simply closed his eyes and made his final mockery to Voldemort at the cost of death.

"There is no clone, Voldemort. You have never dreamed of killing me. Why don't you do it immediately?"

His strange behavior only made Voldemort feel even stranger. The Dark Lord, who was greedy for life and feared death, became vigilant. He did not believe that Cyrus would be killed. There must be some conspiracy.

"What are you playing, Cyrus?" He took a step back without leaving any trace.

Seeing his behavior, even Harry couldn't help but shake his head. At this moment, he really felt that Voldemort was extremely pathetic.

"You are such a pathetic person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

But Voldemort ignored him. He turned around quickly and scanned every corner. He believed that there must be some clues around him!

"Come out, Cyrus." He was screaming at the magical clone of Cyrus that he thought existed.

At this moment, Cyrus, who was watching all this in secret, sighed helplessly. Voldemort's fear of death simply shocked him. But this did make it difficult for his plan to proceed. Thinking of this, he weighed it for a moment and chose to show up.

Since Voldemort thought he was a clone, he might as well just go with the flow.

"I originally wanted to sneak attack you, Voldemort."

Cyrus appears, and interestingly, he also has the Elder Wand in his hand.

Seeing this, Voldemort thought that his guess was right.

"There is no third Elder Wand in this world. As I thought, you are indeed a clone." He said proudly.

But Harry's face showed a different look.

He knew better than anyone whether the Cyrus in front of him was his clone. He didn't understand why Cyrus himself suddenly walked out, let alone where the third Elder Wand in his hand came from. But no matter what, Harry knew one thing -

Since Cyrus said that he was his clone at this moment, it was best not to reveal any flaws.

Fortunately, Voldemort's back was turned to him at this moment, so he didn't see the flash of surprise on his face.

"These boring tricks won't work Cyrus." Voldemort sneered, and he moved his steps to transform himself from a situation of being flanked by two sides to a three-legged situation. Although he still had to fight one against two, Voldemort was not afraid.

He was never afraid of a head-on battle. His only worry was that Cyrus and Dumbledore might set up a scheme.

"Let me see if you're at your wits' end?"

he sneered.

But Cyrus didn't say anything to him, he directly launched an attack.

Compared with Harry, Cyrus's strength is not only his magic power, but also his magical knowledge and combat skills.

As soon as he made a move, a black snake rushed out.