Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Come out, Tom Riddle, or, as you call yourself now: Cyrus?"

Voldemort's voice was hoarse. He spoke softly, but his voice spread to every corner, as if he was whispering.

There was no other movement in the flames, which made him slightly dissatisfied. But Voldemort was not angry. His anger was reserved for lowly servants and dirty Mudbloods. He was much more tolerant towards someone who might be him.

His fingers were intertwined flexibly, and his back was leaning against the exit of the vault, revealing a wealth of emotions. It was as if he was here to meet old friends he hadn't seen for many years.

"Tom Riddle is the murderer who caused terrorist attacks in Hogwarts this entire school year. He opened the legendary Chamber of Secrets..." Voldemort read softly from the newspaper article.

"When I saw this news, do you know how surprised I was? I was obviously in the dark jungle of Albania, possessed by those humble snakes and rats. But at this time, another one was holding me The person with this name stirred up troubles in Hogwarts and got his freedom.

"I'm very curious - and eager to know who you are."

The facial features on the young wizard's face changed, turning into a gray, snake-like face. Of course, unlike the resurrected Voldemort in the original book, he at least looked like he still had a nose now.

"Come on, let me see who you are? Come up to me, don't be shy."

His tone was very tolerant, like a teacher who has enough patience to tolerate children making mistakes.

At this time, the flame burning in the secret vault suddenly changed color. It was no longer red like dragon fire, but turned into a faint blue.

Like the endless bluebells in the wilderness, swaying like waves in the howling wind.

They seemed to be alive, and they actively moved out of the way, revealing a flat open space. Cyrus was standing there with a cold face at the moment, looking at the man who must not even be named through the fire.

The two looked at each other, and Voldemort was immediately stunned.

He had almost forgotten that he was so handsome before.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"I have to say, dyeing the ends of your hair a little blonde really suits you. If I had done the same thing back then, it would have been easier to get the gold cup and pendant."

"I don't plan to tell you these old things. Neither you nor I are the kind of people who like to miss the past, right?" Cyrus was very calm at the moment.

He had not expected to meet Voldemort here, but he did not feel any fear.

A Voldemort holding someone else's body is obviously not in full condition.

Of course, Cyrus himself had only been resurrected not long ago, and his current level of magic was far from what Voldemort was at his peak. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so eager to pursue the power of ancient magic.

If there were a conflict with Voldemort at this moment, it might be hard to say whether he would win or lose.

What's more, the other party is using a body that can be replaced at any time, but his own body has finally been resurrected. There is no need for Cyrus to fight with Voldemort. Even if you win, there will be no benefit.

But if the other party takes the initiative to come to your door, that's another matter.

"You are wrong. In some aspects, I care very much about some old objects. For example, I want to know now, what happened to the diary I left behind?" Voldemort's face became colder, and his voice became colder. It also became more severe.

"Interesting question," Cyrus said, imitating Voldemort.

This is not difficult. Voldemort's essence is calm madness. Calmness is just his disguised appearance, and madness is his true inner being.

The moment Cyrus appeared in front of Voldemort, he had already thought of what he was going to say.

He held the exquisite wand in his right hand, always alert to possible battles. But on the surface, he just gracefully crossed in front of him, as if to show himself:

"Right before your eyes!"

At this moment, it seemed like even time was quiet.

For a long time, neither of them spoke or moved, just like wooden men standing in a stalemate. Although neither of their wands were pointed at each other, the smell of gunpowder was strong in the air.

Whether it's communication or fighting, no one can tell.

Cyrus was of course very nervous because he was facing the most powerful dark wizard on the same level as Dumbledore. But he was not afraid.

And he soon realized that Voldemort, like him, was not that confident, and the other party also had concerns.

Whether Voldemort is worried about his lack of strength at the moment, or is not sure whether Cyrus still has the characteristics of a Horcrux at this moment, and dares not take action easily, this is good news for Cyrus.

‘I’m supposed to be in control? ’ Cyrus couldn’t help but think.

He doesn't like to be led by others.

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me."

After making up his mind, he immediately launched a verbal offensive. This move is called preemptive strike, and its main purpose is to make Voldemort confused.

Voldemort was indeed restrained.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You lost to a child, twice!" Cyrus looked at him coldly, as if Voldemort had made him suffer some humiliation.

"That night twelve years ago, the arrogant Dark Lord lost to a one-year-old baby. How ridiculous, what do you think?" Cyrus asked softly. He always kept a distance from Voldemort. The two looked at each other from a distance, and he saw Voldemort's twisted face in the firelight.

"You've been living like this since then? You're just a pathetic person."

"This is false!" Voldemort retorted angrily, "It has nothing to do with Harry Potter at all. I lost to Lily Potter's ancient magic. If it weren't for that magic, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! "

"We all thought you were probably dead." Cyrus continued, the "we" in his mouth referring to the Horcruxes. "After that night, I couldn't sense your existence, so I tried my best to revive you. , continue our great cause. Fortunately, Lucius is still obedient."

Cyrus's words were to help Malfoy excuse himself. After all, his resurrection was indispensable without the help of Lucius. He was not the kind of person who would burn bridges by crossing rivers.

"Lucius, ah, yes, he is a good servant." Voldemort sighed with emotion.

Although it is said that the truly loyal Death Eaters are all in Azkaban, in fact, there are many people like Lucius who excuse themselves. At least Lucius Malfoy does not rely on betraying others like Karkaroff. of being a Death Eater.

"But now, you see, I am not dead. I think you know best. No one has gone further than us on the road to eternal life!" Voldemort couldn't help but feel that every time he mentioned this matter, Pride and pride.

He made an unprecedented number of Horcruxes just so that he could make a comeback at any time.

Although the Horcrux in front of him seemed to be a little out of his control, in his opinion it was harmless.