Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus's golden pupils opened with thunder and lightning, blue flames ignited beside him, and the fireworks fell to both sides, as if they were kneeling down to worship their king.

Bella looked at the handsome Cyrus with burning eyes, forgetting the pain in her arm for a moment. Not just her, all the Death Eaters were knocked down by the huge magic power, looking up like ants at the almost godly figure——

There is no doubt that this is their king, the person they swore allegiance to, the mark of the dark devil is tingling and calling!

But there was doubt in this look. How could there be two Dark Lords in this world?

The Death Eaters immediately thought of the "fake" Voldemort had just mentioned. However, the appearance of this fake was too gorgeous, so that the real Voldemort looked even more miserable at this moment, like a tattered fake.

"Although I had some thoughts, I never thought you would actually dare to come in front of me," Voldemort said lazily.

Although he looked a little shabby at the moment, his power was still very strong. Among the explosion of flames just now, he was the only one who was not even stained by dust. He was not surprised at all when he saw Cyrus. He seemed to have expected the other party. will appear.

"——Especially, you came alone."

The Dark Mark can summon Death Eaters and can naturally be sensed by Cyrus. This was originally a spell they invented, but Voldemort thought Cyrus would go to Dumbledore first.

It's a pity that Dumbledore was trapped in the Ministry of Magic by his tricks. If Cyrus showed up at the Ministry of Magic, it would be a lot of trouble. By that time, he would have already left with Harry. As for now——

He looked at Cyrus arrogantly, and it was obviously a better choice to kill him directly here!

No, not just kill!

But to swallow Cyrus alive like a snake!

Digest him!

Take back what belongs to you!

"What am I afraid of? Do you think I would be afraid of a defeated general like you?" Cyrus smiled contemptuously, but his words caused an uproar among the Death Eaters.

The Dark Lord lost?

Not only did he lose to the "Boy Who Lived", but he also lost to the one he called a "fake" - another Dark Lord.

After hearing the news, the Death Eaters who were not so determined in the first place were even more shaken.

In the beginning, the purebloods followed Voldemort's footsteps just for their own interests. But as Voldemort became more powerful and completely tore off his disguise, although he still preached the slogan of pureblood supremacy, what about the reality?

Whether they are pure blood or mixed blood, they are just his servants.

They didn't care how cruel Voldemort was to Muggles and even Muggle wizards, but now it was themselves who were begging for mercy like dogs, but were they willing to bow their heads?

It's nothing more than fear of Voldemort's cruel and powerful methods!

But now, this power no longer seems to be unmatched. Do they still need to sacrifice their lives for Voldemort? Is it necessary to risk one's life by being with a poisonous snake that may bite one's throat at any time?

Their eyes moved back and forth between Cyrus and Voldemort, eager to know whether what Cyrus said was true, but they were frightened by Voldemort's terror and did not dare to act rashly.

I saw the young wizard walking among the flames, his arrogant and calm demeanor, which looked more magnanimous than Voldemort's devilish posture at the moment.

Cyrus walked to Harry's side, and the flames roared, burning the bones of old Tom Riddle, and black-gray dust floated into the night sky. The ropes on Harry's body were also burned, and when the flames reached his body, the wounds on his body were healed.

"Sorry, I got caught again..." Harry said to Cyrus a little embarrassed.

He really felt that he was a bit useless. He was kidnapped twice by Voldemort's men, and they were still in the safest Hogwarts...

Harry couldn't imagine whether he would survive more than two days if he left Hogwarts one day.

"It's not your fault that even Sirius and Dumbledore didn't notice Barty's disguise, Harry," Cyrus said gently. His eyes looked at the Death Eaters. His gaze was both scorching and warm. Those hostile people seemed to be frightened by a bird of prey!

Voldemort didn't seem angry or angry at Cyrus's words. The strength after regaining his life gave him confidence.

"I don't deny the previous failure. Of course, I call it a failure because I failed to kill you. But you, there is nothing to be proud of when you achieved a trivial victory when I was at my weakest." He The erect pupils revealed a dangerous smell, like fishy blood.

"Now I am completely resurrected," he said, spinning the yew wand in his hand. Voldemort did not cast any spells, but his powerful magic still caused waves and suppressed Cyrus's flames.

"You haven't seen me at my strongest, have you?" Voldemort still thinks that Cyrus is the soul in his diary.

"I can forgive your youth, but I cannot tolerate your arrogance," his voice became colder. In fact, from the beginning, Voldemort planned to kill Cyrus in front of all the Death Eaters.

Only by killing Cyrus with his own hands can he prove his strength to the Death Eaters who have their own evil intentions, prove that his so-called failures in the past are nothing, and prove that he is still the Dark Lord that no one can match. !

"Look, friends, I want to completely eliminate the misunderstandings in everyone's minds." His eyes turned around and returned to Cyrus, "Now I am going to kill him to prove my strength. , right here and now, in front of you. Now that I am no longer weak and Dumbledore is not here to help him, you will have no doubt who is more powerful."

Voldemort's words were low, and his murderous intent was like a column of blood spurting out after his throat was slit!

The next moment, Cyrus and Voldemort took action together.

Neither of them cared about any etiquette. Cyrus had no expression on his face. He held Harry behind his back with his left hand. He took a step forward and threw out his right hand holding the wand. The flames shot towards Voldemort like a wave in an instant. Fight it over!

Fire blooms!

Voldemort shattered the flame wave with a random swipe, and the broken flames dissipated like foam.

Then, he pressed the wand in the direction of Cyrus, and the fire shield was pushed backwards. Cyrus immediately doubled the pressure!

The fully resurrected Voldemort indeed has unparalleled power. Even though Cyrus's magic power at this moment has been greatly improved by the strengthening of ancient magic, he fell behind in an instant.

Voldemort's power is simply incomprehensible. Perhaps only Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand can overwhelm him.

He crushed the flames, took a step forward into the night, raised his wrist high, and fiercely shook out a black spell!

The spell flew towards Cyrus, but it suppressed the Death Eaters until they could not stand upright.

Little Barty lay on the ground and raised his head with difficulty, the flames and strong wind pressing on his back.