Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Hot Hell?"

This spell was invented by Cyrus before he was resurrected.

It combines the powerful Fiery Curse, and also incorporates many other powerful and destructive fire spells!

The most important thing is that this spell has the magical power to transform the destroyed people into Inferi.

Inferi...

Cyrus looked at the enemies who were constantly resurrecting with a serious look. If his flames burned them all, they would probably be transformed into Inferi immediately.

Of course, if it was just an ordinary hot hell, it would be almost impossible to compete with the god of death for the ownership of these dead souls. But don't forget that the spell was invented by Cyrus a long time ago.

At that time, his strength was far inferior to Dumbledore.

But now, he has magical powers beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, almost the same as gods!

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And, more importantly, he is now the master of death!

This is the authority of the God of Death, but it is also his power——

"But, in this way, you will..." Cyrus looked at Dumbledore hesitantly. Once the Hot Hell was cast, the souls of Dumbledore and Grindelwald would be devoured by the flames and become Inferi.

This is a cruel torture for them.

Not only them, but for any soul, becoming an Inferi is a torture. It's like imprisoning a person in a stinking cage, and every minute and every second, the terrible branding iron will burn their skin.

"I don't think we are any better now than becoming Inferi." Dumbledore said.

He was right. Anyway, they are just puppets of the God of Death now, and it won't be worse after becoming Inferi. More importantly, in Dumbledore's view, these dead souls, even if they sacrificed, are contributions made to the living.

It's still what he believes: for the greater good!

So, Cyrus no longer hesitated, his wand went down, and he drew a prison on the ground.

The blood-like flames ignited, and in an instant, the whole world was ignited!

This flame in this world of death seemed to have met oil and became more violent. The fire could almost be said to be rising against the wind, and it was very effective for those souls.

No soul could resist the attack of this flame. Once they touched the hellfire, they immediately turned into clay statues, and then turned into ashes.

And when they walked out of the flames again, the flames had melted the control of the god of death over them.

Now, this flame has ignited the world!

All the dead souls bowed down in front of Cyrus, as if they were bowing to their gods!

At this time, the blood-like flames dispersed, leaving a path of fire in the endless sand dunes.

The god of death finally came!

Of course, he must also appear. Wait a little longer, and this world of death may belong to Cyrus. The god of death first appeared on the distant sand dunes. He was different. He was wearing a half-complete robe on his body. His face could not be seen clearly. He just stood there, as if everything was silent.

He waved his hand gently, and all the flames went out, and the souls disappeared.

Or, they were back under the control of the god of death.

The hot hell had no way to control those souls in front of the god of death, because all souls belonged to the real gods!

With just such a simple encounter, Cyrus clearly realized that he was no match for the god of death.

He could stand in front of the god of death because of the powerful power in the Deathly Hallows, and this power just came from the god of death itself. It was the promise he had left to the three brothers that restricted him, so that even if he had endless magic power, he could not defeat Cyrus head-on.

But now he had to show up.

"Cyrus, a soul from another world," the god of death wrapped in a robe, across several sand dunes, his voice sounded in Cyrus' ears, "In all history, only you made me so embarrassed."

As a god of death who had existed for an unknown period of time, he was indeed not forced to this extent by a human.

Even in the legend of the three brothers, he successfully took their souls.

"But you should understand that no matter what, you can't be my opponent." Death said this with great confidence. As a god, and possibly the only god, it is not unreasonable for him to say this.

In this world, nothing can truly resist death.

Even the Philosopher's Stone and the Horcrux cannot completely prevent wizards from completely avoiding the end of death.

"Maybe," Cyrus said softly. He didn't seem to care so much about the outcome of this battle. Instead, he asked, "Since you are so powerful, you probably won't mind answering a few questions for me, right?"

Death stretched out his hand and motioned Cyrus to ask more.

He came to take Cyrus' life, but the two of them talked like old friends who had known each other for many years.

Death even lit a bonfire, crossed the hill, sat with Cyrus, and gave this human the greatest respect.

"You desire to get three great souls because this can allow you to break free from the shackles of this world, descend into the world of the living, and then take everyone's life?" Cyrus asked.

This was what he and Dumbledore were most worried about.

But the God of Death shook his head: "Why should I bother?"

"No life can escape death," He said. "In this case, all humans, animals, and plants will ultimately end up in this world, and they will all die."

Obviously, Death is right. Even if he does nothing, those lives will return to his arms sooner or later.

"The only soul I long for is actually you," He looked at Cyrus, "A soul that does not belong to this world. If I don't use this method, then you may never die."

As for those immortal souls, they are just weights added by the God of Death in order to obtain Cyrus's soul.

But no one could have imagined that Cyrus could actually transform them into Inferi.

Now, the God of Death had no choice but to take action himself. The only thing he was afraid of was none other than the three Deathly Hallows in Cyrus's hands. But then again, getting the Deathly Hallows doesn't make you invincible.

He just finds it troublesome.

Death stopped talking and stood up from the campfire.

"Okay, maybe you think holding the Deathly Hallows can help you escape death, but this is impossible." Death said.

"Maybe you haven't thought about it, but I never intend to escape death?" Cyrus asked with a chuckle. At this time, he put down the Elder Wand in his hand——

As soon as this wand with infinite power fell to the ground, it seemed to lose its magic power immediately and turned into a dry branch.

Likewise, Cyrus removed the Resurrection Stone - and it immediately turned back into an ordinary stone.

Cyrus even took off his cloak and let it fall to the ground, reflecting the silver skylight.

This move made Death very puzzled: "What are you doing? You are holding the Deathly Hallows. You may not be my opponent, but I can't defeat you from the front. You still have hope of escaping from this world, but now, you But I personally gave up all hope..."

"I'm defeating you, not running away from you," Cyrus said softly.

He openly dropped all his defenses and opened his arms, as if inviting Death to take action.

But Death was stunned instead.

It's not that he didn't want to kill Cyrus, but that he couldn't do it.

As a god, He can be said to be omnipotent, but the only problem is that He cannot directly attack living people. Just like the three brothers in the story, Death can only lure them to their death rather than take their lives with his own hands.

If Cyrus didn't take the initiative to attack him, then the God of Death would have nothing to do with him.

"You are very smart, Cyrus." Death said, "You really make me helpless to you. But how long can you persist? In this world of nothingness, a thousand years, ten thousand years... endure forever Loneliness has no end, I say, maybe death will be a relief for you."

Compared with time, death is always more generous.

But Cyrus didn’t have time to waste time with Him - what’s more, he didn’t come to make the God of Death helpless to him, but came to this world to destroy the God of Death!

Death in this world naturally has its own laws and should not be dictated by the God of Death.

After all, why does Death exist in this world where there are no other gods?

Sellers has a guess:

"Actually, you are not a god at all, are you?" He said, "After countless lives died, their souls came to this world, and a large number of emotions gathered together, giving you the birth of consciousness."

"There was no God of Death in this world from the beginning. There was only death itself. It was the souls of the deceased and the remaining consciousness that condensed the God of Death. You were supposed to be a product of death, but now you want to dominate the life and death of the living."

"..."

Death said nothing because Cyrus was right.

There is no god at all in this world. He is the consciousness formed by countless dead people. He was born in death and trapped in death. But on the other hand, he is indeed no different from a god.

He is not a life, but has endless power, which can almost be said to be the sum of the powers of all the dead!

"Time, consciousness, death, prophecy or the future...these magics that originally exist in nature can be used, but they cannot be destroyed." Death said.

Just like the Hall of Time, the Hall of Time was destroyed, but time still exists.

Death is also constant.

"You can't fight me, and you can't destroy me."

"That's not necessarily the case, Death." Cyrus said with a smile. After knowing the essence of Death's existence, Cyrus actually understood where his chances of winning were. "You are one of the ancient magic powers that exist in nature itself. , then, if the same magical power is used, it can destroy you."

"The same magical power? You mean those ancient magical powers?" Death seemed to have heard some joke, "Just like spells are also strong and weak, those ancient magical powers are not equal."

"Time, prophecy and death have unattainable magic powers that cannot be countered by the spells sealed in the Hall of Brains and other rooms."

Death thought that the ancient magic of Cyrus's naginata was nothing more than the magic of love.

In those sealed rooms of the Department of Mysteries, there is indeed the magic of love, which Lily Potter once used to defeat Voldemort. But the power of that kind of emotion is acquired, and it only exists after the existence of living things.

And death is eternal - it not only means the death of life, but also the death of non-life.

It is the end of everything.

But Cyrus smiled and shook his head: "I don't mean consciousness or emotions, I mean the world."

"World?"

"In the Department of Mysteries, there are a total of twelve doors, and each door in it is sealed with a powerful magic," Cyrus said.

The God of Death obviously knew the existence of the Department of Mysteries: "Not every door, at least not the one that goes in."

"You think it is the one that goes in, but it is also the one that leaves. Just like the dilapidated archway leads to the world of death, it also leads to the world of the living." Cyrus said, "Behind the twelfth door is also a powerful magic, it has existed since ancient times, with the universe and stars..."

The God of Death finally changed his face.

"...That is the world."

Cyrus stepped on the old wand that had become a dead branch and withered leaves, and faced the God of Death.

He thought of this when he arrived at the Department of Mysteries not long ago. Everyone who saw the twelve black doors spinning in front of his eyes might think that only eleven of them were sealed with mysterious magic.

But they forgot that they were also the embodiment of miracles.

Wizards and this world full of magical power are themselves a miracle among miracles!

"The world is also magic. And it is powerful enough to destroy you." Cyrus said softly.

"But you don't have the power to control the world." Death was panicked at first, but then he calmed down.

"How do you know I don't control the world?" Cyrus asked back, "I have already changed the world, and the seeds of magic will be planted in the hearts of everyone who believes in magic, and every bit of their magic power and every desire will become my power."

The rest is just a matter of time.

But in this world of death, time is the most illusory thing. It can be the past or the future...

Just as Cyrus was speaking, the silver-gray sky seemed to be lit up by countless stars.

Those bright stars fell like streamers, fell into his body, adorned the crown on his head, and filled the shining golden cup...

Cyrus picked up the sword of Gryffindor again.

This time, the silver sword overflowed with endless streams of light.

“This is the power of the world.”