Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort died like this.

There wasn't even a wonderful duel worthy of his strength, and he simply died in the hands of Cyrus. It was no different from the ordinary wizards and even Muggles who died at his hands during the war.

So much so that when Harry looked at Voldemort's voiceless body, he felt like it was all a dream.

He was afraid that the other party would stand up again the next second - he had done this more than once.

"He died like this?" Harry asked.

"What else can we do?" Cyrus said softly.

He slowly walked up to Voldemort. This miserable man's eyes were still open, but his pupils were tinged with gray. Even after he died, he still looked ferocious, as if he was cursing the world.

"I just thought," Harry opened his mouth, "... unexpected."

"He was Voldemort! He killed so many people, and his magical power was so powerful! But his death was too..." Harry racked his brains before he came up with a not-so-appropriate word, "obscure?"

"He never cared about demi-human creatures. He thought they were low-level and dirty... and they would emit a stench whenever they breathed."

He never imagined that one day someone would say that Voldemort was a sad weakling.

"Well, let his pretentiousness be wiped out in an ordinary death."

But Sellers was quick to deny it.

"You see, he always feels that he is very powerful, and looks at others as if he were looking at another lower creature." Cyrus said while surrounding Voldemort's body, as if he was commenting on a dish.

"He found the right one, but his powerful talent does not actually come from this, Harry." Cyrus explained, "There are too many pure-blood wizards in the world, and their bloodlines are equally ancient, but Not many people are as gifted as Voldemort."

In fact, Voldemort did find his ancestors among pure-blood wizards, and this bloodline is extremely noble. It is not only a descendant of Slytherin, but more likely a descendant of the three Peverell brothers.

Voldemort thought he was a god, and he desperately wanted to get rid of his lowly identity - blood, human body, and the death that every life is bound to encounter...

Or, this is the best ending.

"Actually, I have another question..." Harry asked again.

This made Cyrus feel that Hogwarts should pay more attention to the teaching of cultural classes when teaching magic.

He suddenly felt so ironic.

Harry nodded blankly.

"Yes, but what is the actual difference between him and them?" Cyrus asked, "He is not a god. He will also die. After death, he will turn into a cold corpse like ordinary people."

Grindelwald is also a pure-blood wizard, but his ancestors are not as prominent as Voldemort, and the same is true for the Dumbledore family.

They are not strong because of the power of their family or bloodline, they are strong enough in themselves!

Not to mention, by the time Voldemort found the Gaunt family, they had already become destitute in the wizarding world. The stupid inbreeding for the sake of pure bloodline has led to the decline of the Gunter family, and the few remaining members are ugly and disabled.

"But you know what?" Cyrus said meaningfully, "I think this way of death is just right for him."

Voldemort is extraordinary because of his power, isn't it?

Harry thought.

He looked at Voldemort's face: "He always felt that he was extraordinary. When he was in the Muggle world, he thought he was different. But after he came to the wizarding world, his outstanding talent fueled his arrogance."

Having said this, Cyrus couldn't help but look at Grindelwald.

But he still failed.

"He didn't believe that he was just an ordinary wizard from the Muggle world. He thought that he was so extraordinary that he must have a noble identity worthy of his power. For this reason, he kept searching and finally found his wizard bloodline. The source. That is the Gaunt family.”

"But he's right, isn't he?" Harry asked.

"He is very powerful and unbeatable! Even I can't guarantee that I can defeat him." Cyrus said modestly, "He used his magic power to rule Britain for many years and killed many people, everyone Everyone is afraid of him..."

"He was not unknown. The whole world was watching the moment he died," Sellers said.

Seeing that Cyrus didn't seem to refuse, he asked, "Why didn't his spell work on you later?"

"Apart from his powerful magical power, he is nothing." Cyrus shook his head and said, "Just like the broken and patched soul under his handsome skin, he is weak, dirty……"

"You're trying to say that there's nothing special about Voldemort, right?"

"He is destined not to be a respectable opponent or enemy, nor does he deserve a grand funeral." Cyrus took out his wand and lit a flame in the wand. Under Harry's gaze, he used the fire to kill Voldemort's body was burned clean.

Harry simply felt that this death did not match Voldemort's identity. He felt that even if Voldemort was to die, he would probably die in a fierce battle, perhaps with Dumbledore, or perhaps with Cyrus.

Not only because Cyrus defeated Voldemort, but more importantly, there is a thought-provoking magic in his words.

"That's right, Harry." Cyrus nodded in agreement, and he was glad that Harry noticed this.

"You will find that Voldemort is like a child who is armed with dangerous weapons but does not know what is right and wrong. He thinks he is invincible, but in fact he is so cowardly in the face of death and failure." Cyrus said with a sad face. .

Harry thought of his parents, and of everyone who had died at the hands of Voldemort and Death Eaters. They might have been fighters, or they might have been innocent people.

"His strength is only superficial."

"That's how he views Muggles," Harry said.

After hearing what Cyrus said, Harry was thoughtful.

This statement made Harry feel ridiculous.

In fact, he knew what Harry meant.

There will always be Muggle blood in his body, and he is still dead, and his death is so ordinary, no different from a mortal.

But when these words came out of Cyrus's mouth, they were so convincing.

Harry listened quietly.

The answer to Harry was not Cyrus, but Snape:

"Simply because it's not the Elder Wand."

He still didn't have a good look towards Harry, and looked at Harry as if he were looking at a stupid troll: "You wouldn't think that Cyrus and Dumbledore had been planning for so long, and they even considered that I would fail. possibility—but you just left this flaw, right?”

As Snape said, Cyrus could not put all his hopes on Snape alone.

If Snape also fails, then Nagini will help Cyrus destroy the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand. This good girl never betrayed Cyrus from the beginning, she was just waiting for the opportunity to act as Snape's protection.

"Where did the third Elder Wand come from?"

"That's another story."

Cyrus thought for a while and explained it to Harry.

"You know I was looking for traces of ancient magic not long ago."

Harry nodded, and Cyrus continued: "The four former guardians of ancient magic set up several tests in order to protect ancient magic. One of them once left a magical illusion in her trial, and there was a magical illusion in it. Only false Elder Wand."

"So the third Elder Wand was fake from the beginning." Harry suddenly realized, "But ancient magic is indeed very powerful. I never thought that the fake Elder Wand could be taken out of the illusion."

"This is wrong Harry." Cyrus shook his head, "The magic in the illusion can only exist in the illusion. It cannot be brought to the real world."

Fake things are fake after all. If ancient magic could create the Elder Wand at will and bring it into reality, wouldn't it be possible to create an invincible army in an instant?

"But it did exert the power that the Elder Wand should have in your hand at first?"

Harry felt that what Cyrus said was a bit contradictory.

But Cyrus smiled mysteriously.

"How do you know this is the real world?"

"What?"

"Idiot, haven't you noticed that this is not the real Hogwarts?" Snape sneered. He had already used potions to heal his arm injury. Crushing and breaking bones was nothing in the wizarding world.

"You are just as stupid as your father who is not good at using his brain! Or do you have no brain in the first place?"

His two words made Harry blush.

No matter what Snape did, as long as he was alive, Harry was bound to dislike him. If he had made a glorious and great sacrifice, I'm afraid Harry would miss him, but he is still alive now, not only alive, but also satirizing his dead father vividly...

In fact, Harry now knows how much pressure Snape has endured over the years between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Perhaps he did not intend to feel pity for those who were killed, but he did save some people during his days as a double agent.

But that's how he is, always wrapping himself in that black robe and hiding his good sides deeply, as if they are too shy to see others.

But Harry was in no mood to argue with him right now.

He still felt a little awkward about this person who had always been deeply in love with his mother.

"What do you mean this is not the real world?"

"Actually, this is the illusion." Cyrus explained, "Didn't you find that there was something wrong with this Hogwarts from the beginning?"

Harry then realized that he might have been troubled by death, which caused him to unintentionally notice the changes in the castle along the way. Now that I think about it, there are indeed many places that are strange.

For example, there was no sun in the castle, and when he looked out from the inside, he could only see a gray patch. At that time, he thought it was like a pensieve.

Apart from that, there are no familiar portraits of Harry, and more importantly, there are no ghosts and no Peeves!

"So, Hogwarts is just an illusion now?" Harry asked in surprise.

Cyrus smiled slightly and did not answer, but pointed to the ground where Harry's feet were. Harry immediately looked down and realized that the puddle he was stepping on actually showed traces of ink, as if an ink painting had faded.

"Snapped!"

Then, he heard Cyrus snap his fingers in the empty secret room.

Nothing seems to have changed, but it seems completely different.

Harry felt as if something was fading away from his body, as if a thin layer of gray gauze had been ripped off, and he could see the true appearance of everything. His eyes suddenly brightened, and everything around him seemed to have color, as if the world had become clearer after the rain.

"The three of us worked together to envelop Hogwarts in an illusion." Grindelwald also said.

He knew that Harry was Dumbledore's favorite student, but now he didn't like it that much.

On the contrary, when he looked at Harry, he had the mentality of looking at a grandson.

"Okay, let's get out of here." Cyrus took a step forward, "To be honest, I don't like the secret room at all——"

——

The changes at Hogwarts Castle seemed to go unnoticed by those on the Quidditch pitch.

They couldn't see or hear, and they didn't even think the battle was dull - before Voldemort died, they had already had a wonderful contest in the castle.

When Harry and Voldemort fight, Voldemort's powerful magic is vividly highlighted.

This also made them even more surprised by Voldemort's final death, so much so that more than a thousand people actually fell silent at the same time.

"he died……"

I don’t know which wizard was the first to say these words. It was like a stone dropped into a pool of stagnant water, causing huge waves!

"The mysterious man is dead!"

Li's black face turned red with excitement. He jumped directly onto the chair, swung the wizard hat high on his head, and fired a spell at it in excitement, blowing up the innocent hat. What a mess!

Usually at this time, Mag would come out and criticize him severely, but this time Mag didn't do that.

Her often pursed mouth couldn't help but lift.

At times like this, little wizards must have something to celebrate!

Forget about them, even Mag himself couldn't help but want to shout: Shidun goes out to celebrate this beautiful day!

Her eyes walked around the Quidditch pitch. With Li taking the lead, all the students began to cheer. They shouted:

"The mysterious man is dead!"

"Long live Cyrus!"

The voices were getting louder and louder, and even the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were no exception.

Later, someone unknown - in fact, McGonagall suspected it was Ron - shouted: "The mysterious man is already dead, why do we still call him the mysterious man?"

Then everyone shouted again:

"Voldemort is dead!"

Ron shouted: "No, it's Tom who died!" But this made Hannah a little unhappy. She had an uncle, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, also named Tom.

Like Sellers said, Tom Riddle is pretentious, but he's just an ordinary guy.

Even the name is so ordinary.