Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

“Despicable Herbo.

Cyrus called the other party's real name in one sentence.

Despicable Herbo.

Grindelwald was also very familiar with this name. Although he is not British, his nationality is not that obvious to wizards, especially in earlier years, when the regimes of many countries were still different from what they are now!

Haierbo is a very notorious dark wizard in history, otherwise he would not be called "despicable".

He invented many black magic spells, the most famous of which is the Horcrux.

However, not many people know about Horcruxes. The dark magic book that records Horcruxes has always been placed in Hogwarts, and only a few people have read it.

It was only after Grindelwald was released from prison in Nurmengard that he began to learn about Voldemort's deeds, and then he learned about the Horcruxes.

"The inventor of the evil soul-splitting spell, the person who created the Horcrux?" Grindelwald said in surprise.

Haierbo's identity was exposed, but he gave up his disguise. His skin was like an aging paint door, falling off with a rustling sound, revealing an extremely decayed body.

Although he took away Voldemort's body, after all, the soul still belonged to him. The corpse quickly became repulsive to him, and his soul also accelerated the decay of the corpse.

If Aberforth were here at this time, he might be able to recognize him. There has always been an old man like this in the Hog's Head Bar. He occasionally drinks a glass of wine, but spends most of his time watching "The Quibbler." Look at things that make people laugh.

The long-term decaying soul also needs a little laughter to embellish it.

Halbo didn't pay attention to Grindelwald's words. Instead, he looked at Grindelwald sarcastically: "Evil? Look at yourself. Compared with you, I am not evil at all."

He told the truth.

At this moment, Grindelwald looks a bit like the zombie doctor who swallowed the nightmare from hell in Doctor Strange 2. He devoured a large number of Dementors, but was unable to digest them immediately. The remaining bodies sprouted from his body, and each bone arm seemed to be grabbing something!

In order to take revenge and kill Haierbo, he has turned himself into a monster.

But he didn't care at all.

"It's you, Cyrus, I'm really curious, how did you recognize me?" he asked, with a curious expression on his face, "We have never met, not even once!"

The closest distance between Helbo and Cyrus was when Cyrus went to the Pig's Head Bar to find the key to vault No. 12. But even that time, they didn't meet. On the contrary, Voldemort had a chance encounter with him.

"Because I'm wondering why you insist on Voldemort's body." Cyrus gave an explanation. "So many people die every day in this world, but you only chose Voldemort. This may mean that between you There is a connection between them.”

Sellers explained.

The other party just listened quietly, and no one made any movement.

"At first, I thought that this connection might be through blood. Maybe you are his ancestor."

"It's not impossible," Herbo said.

"Maybe, but that's not the reason why you chose him." Cyrus shook his head, "Because what you need is not a normal body, but a body that can accommodate a broken soul."

"The Horcrux you invented, Voldemort thought he could rely on it to achieve immortality, but now it seems that it is not that powerful, right?" Cyrus asked, "It makes the soul crippled, but there is no way to ensure that the body can survive." You can be immortal. Just look at what you are like now. Even if Voldemort is still alive, he will eventually age under the power of time."

"You're right Cyrus." Haierbo nodded.

Now that things have happened, he has no need to lie anymore.

Perhaps Cyrus was once reborn from a Horcrux, so he knew more about Horcruxes than most people, even Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Halbo continued: "Just like Voldemort has so many Horcruxes, but his body will be destroyed by Lily Potter's curse, the body also has no way to resist the power of time."

Time is older than ancient!

It is well-deserved ancient, even the magic of the Gods!

"Even if you have a Horcrux, your soul can remain in the world for a long time, but your body may still be destroyed." Haierbo said, "Of course, I use the magic power of that Horcrux to constantly build a new body for myself. I have lived For a long time, other names were sometimes used.”

His eyes swept across the two people, then lowered his head and looked at the island that had been submerged by the sea:

"Helbo, Exdis..."

Exdeath is the dark wizard who created Azkaban Prison.

"So, you created the dementors too?"

"When a road fails, you have to change your mind." Haierbo said with a smile, "Especially after my father's bones were completely swallowed by the earth, I realized that if I didn't change a way out, then I would just be the one who lived the rest of my life. Living in a snake and rat body is not the eternal life I want!"

"I captured those Muggles to do some experiments for my immortal life!"

"The lives of those bastards are worthless anyway, not to mention, they should thank me for making them truly immortal! No spell can kill them!"

At this point, Haierbo paused: "Except for the two of you, I should say."

After hearing his words, Cyrus shook his head: "You are so pathetic."

"Pathetic? You are wrong, I should be great!" Haierbo shouted loudly, and the stormy waves swirled behind him!

"Who else can stop me?" he asked, "I left the magic of the Horcrux and the secret of my immortality just for today!"

It was obvious that the Horcrux spell was a trap from the start. Voldemort thought he had discovered the secret of immortality, but he never thought about why the wizard who invented it disappeared.

No, maybe he had thought about it, but the answer Voldemort came up with was that "one Horcrux is not enough insurance." He thought that Haierbo had an accident because he did not make enough Horcruxes. Little did he know that the other party was still alive. Not only was he alive, but he was also alive. Use Voldemort's body as a container to accommodate his dirty and incomplete soul.

Only an incomplete soul can be completely compatible with an incomplete soul, and only Voldemort's body can become the most perfect container for Haierbo!

"Soon, I will sacrifice both of you. At that time, I will have true eternal life, and even the sands of time will not be able to erode everything about me!

"My great power will lead me to rule the entire world!"

Then, his voice softened, as if an elder was telling Cyrus: "Playing house with those Muggles? It's really you, Cyrus. I wouldn't do that."

In his opinion, Muggle life is not life, and that thing is worthless for experiments and can be used as waste. What else can the mice in the laboratory do if they are not used for experiments?

"You and Voldemort are so similar." Cyrus looked at Halbo's completely different face at this moment, but couldn't help but sigh.

He looked at Herbo as if he were looking at Voldemort in the mirror. They wore different clothes, but in other places they were surprisingly the same!

Dislike of Muggles, resistance and fear of death, and the arrogance of claiming to be a god.

They were so similar that Cyrus had a little doubt about his previous thoughts: "Are you really Herbo who took away Voldemort's body, instead of being resurrected by Voldemort with the help of your soul?"

This was a bit offensive, but Haierbo laughed out loud, and he still said: "I am the God of Death."

Whether it was Herbo or Voldemort, it didn't matter to him. He has never cared about his identity, otherwise he would not have changed his name over a long period of time.

The only thing he wants to be is the God of Death!

Halbo was so obsessed with Death that it made Cyrus doubt whether he had actually seen Death.

But regardless of whether he has seen it or not, the purpose of Cyrus and Grindelwald's trip is to send him to meet the God of Death!

After a brief exchange, the battle started again.

And this time, the situation is obviously escalating!

Grindelwald wielded his desperate power. Every time he waved his wand, the spells he fired carried the desperate cries of countless dead lives!

Those faceless monsters are like emotionless puppets, but don't forget, before they die, before they become dementors, they are all living souls!

This is a world where emotions can affect the strength of magical power. The negative emotions Grindelwald has accumulated at this moment are like a huge black hole, absorbing all the light.

He doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to stand there, and he can burst out with a breath that is colder than cold.

Every time he raised his arms, they carried the weight of life; every spell he fired was the desperate revenge of those dead Muggles!

The Dementors bared their teeth and claws behind him. Not long ago, they were resisting Grindelwald, but now, they are on the same side as Grindelwald!

The arms stretched out and were connected like chains, grabbing at Haierbo, as if to pull the master who created them back into the abyss of hell!

They turned into smoke, black mist, and wings of bones, turning into ominous things hovering in the sky.

And Cyrus took advantage of the power of the sky, rain clouds, air currents and lightning to attack Haierbo.

At this moment, he was like a god in charge of wind, electricity and climate. The magic power of the thunderbird was amplified several times in his palms, and even the sky seemed to be held in his palms!

He opened his arms, and lightning exploded at his fingertips!

"boom!!!"

Cyrus's lightning spell tore open the endless darkness. In an instant, endless heavy rain fell in this sea area. The rolling air currents lifted up the sea water in the sea. The sea currents reversed and rushed towards the clouds in the sky, as if through To the Tower of Babel in the divine world.

This is completely beyond the power of a wizard. If you really want to say it, what Haierbo said is right:

Wizards are gods!

And they are wizards among wizards, gods above gods! ——

"Boom."

Lightning flashed among the heavy dark clouds.

Harry, who returned to Hogwarts from Godric's Hollow, had just come out of the Halloween party when a strong wind blew up and almost knocked down several people.

The air was very dull, just like his mood was not at all pleasant during this period of time.

Harry even thought of his childhood, when he still lived in the stairwell of the Dursleys' house. Every night or when guests came, he had to shrink in there, where he couldn't even stretch out. , take a breath carefully to avoid hitting your head on the bottom of the stairs.

"It's going to rain." Ron stuck out his head and glanced out of the corridor. His long red hair was hanging down. He didn't get wet but looked wet.

"I wish it would rain," said Harry.

The climate during this period was too abnormal.

Since Dumbledore's death, the originally rainy Hogwarts has been sunny most of the time. Even if it rains, there are only three or two drops every time, which makes Harry always feel uncomfortable.

He is now looking forward to a heavy rain, so that he can get enough of it!

"If it rains, I will take the Firebolt and fly around in the sky!" He said, "I have been thinking about doing this for a long time."

"Then take me with you." Ron risked his life to accompany Junzi.

He now also has a great flying broomstick, which is the eleventh model in the Sideswipe series. In theory, it is newer than Harry's Firebolt. Of course, broomsticks are like cars, they don't come out late. better.

Around midnight, the rain finally came down.

The raindrops came down like bullets, and when they landed on the window, they immediately left a palm-sized mark. Then it was brushed down again like a curtain.

The wind was even worse than the raindrops. Through the window and the rain screen, Harry and Ron saw that the whomping willow tree, which was thicker than two or three people, was almost broken by the wind, and all the willow branches were swept up to the sky, like The hair that stands up is twisting and turning.

Ron swallowed and tentatively said, "How about forget it."

"Forget it." Harry pursed his lips and gave up his plan to die.

Riding a broomstick in this kind of weather, Hagrid might find their two corpses that had been eaten by wild beasts and their faces were blurred in the Forbidden Forest tomorrow. Maybe they'll have to use a broomstick to figure out who's who.

In fact, let alone going out, there was a child in another dormitory who just opened the window and was swept up into the sky along with the window in a second.

The next day, Professor McGonagall found him on the sharp corner of the tower and announced that all classes would be suspended for the next few days, and no one would be allowed to leave the castle.

However, the greenhouse in the herbal medicine class suffered.

The headmaster of Hufflepuff has been sighing these days. Fortunately, Hagrid used his size to protect himself from the rain, otherwise there would be no herbs left in Hogwarts this year.

"But," Hermione said, sitting by the fire and warming herself.

"How is Cyrus doing now?"