Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort felt a fire burning in his chest, which made his mouth dry and his trachea seemed to be torn apart.

Cyrus' words were nothing short of humiliating to Voldemort. What he hated most was the Muggle half of his body. In Voldemort's eyes, this was a shame and proof of his noble bloodline!

That half of Muggle blood is dirty.

It stinks!

But now, Cyrus dares to say that there is no difference between him and Muggles?

His anger had burned to the extreme and erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, surging magic power was released from Voldemort's body like a tidal wave, and the magic power stabbed out like a blade. Snake scales appeared on Voldemort's wrist, and those scales stood up, as if they were held upside down on the blade. It stings just as much!

Cyrus let go of Voldemort's wrist.

"I will make you pay for these words, Cyrus!" He said viciously towards Cyrus, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent, and when he opened his mouth, it was as if he was spitting out poisonous sludge. Curse, blood and evil intertwined!

Cyrus immediately felt like he was enveloped in a strong sense of malice.

The wizard's spellcasting ability is innate. Even without a wand, a young wizard can trigger a strong magic riot under extreme emotions, not to mention Voldemort at this moment. When he is awake, he can cast spells without a wand. Now that he is so angry, even his words are full of magic!

After all, magic is the power to change the world and reality. A powerful wizard can even make your wishes come true!

If Cyrus was just a Muggle without magic power at this moment, I am afraid that just these words from Voldemort could make him spend the rest of his life in misfortune.

Unfortunately, Cyrus is another powerful wizard!

"It's no use being tough, Voldemort, the worst decision you made today was to get so close to me." Cyrus mocked.

"Master!" Little Barty was eager for reinforcements, but the old and strong Bulstrode stopped him.

"This is a confrontation between the king and the king. You are not allowed to interfere, boy!" Bulstrode has gray hair and a very thin figure. After more than ten years of life in Azkaban, it is still a bit difficult for an old man. It's too cruel.

He was almost out of shape, and there was far more madness and darkness in his heart than he seemed on the surface.

"Idiot! Look who is our real master!" Little Barty yelled angrily.

He knew, of course, that Bulstrode was actually loyal, and that even twelve years ago, the old member of the Death Eaters had not betrayed him. But now, just because a fake appeared, the other party actually switched sides?

It’s simply unreasonable!

"You are still very young, so it is normal not to understand." Bulstrode said softly, but his next words made Barty Jr. not come back to his senses for a long time, "Actually, the two Dark Lords are the same person, aren't they? ?"

"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?"

"Crazy? I'm not an old fool," Bulstrode said calmly. "I've been a Death Eater longer than you are, boy, and I've seen the Dark Lord when he was younger."

Bulstrode was lost in fleeting memories.

"At that time, Death Eaters had not yet formed. We had another name. Most of the people who were impressed by the power of the Dark Lord gathered around him, like knights guarding the king. But I don't know when it started. Changed. Let me think about it - it was after the Dark Lord returned from his study tour and his appearance changed drastically."

The original Death Eaters were called "Wolps Riders". At that time, the number of this small group was not large, and everyone gathered around Voldemort for the sake of their noble bloodline. They believed in Voldemort's talent and believed that Voldemort would lead them to glory.

But when Voldemort briefly disappeared and returned, he became much more extreme.

Of course, the general direction has not changed, but gradually, everything is different. The once ideal has long become a banner to cover up Voldemort's reign of terror. In addition to seducing some young and hot-headed wizards into a steady stream of Joining a group of Death Eaters serves no purpose.

Is pure blood therefore noble?

At least Bulstrode didn't think it was noble to kneel on the ground like a dog, wagging his tail, and humbly kissing a man's toes.

What once held them together was their ideals and their longing for Voldemort, but now only fear remained. Of those who initially followed Voldemort, how many died under Aurors, and how many were killed by Voldemort himself?

Bulstrode looked at the Death Eaters who had stopped fighting each other at this moment. Among these people, apart from the evil-natured Barty Crouch Jr., how many of them were just afraid of Voldemort's power? , came here in fear just this night?

Little Barty listened blankly to these unknown past events. He never knew about these things, and of course he didn't really care.

He doesn't care about pure blood or glory. He only knew that Voldemort, the great wizard, had a disgusting father just like him, and he also killed his own father with his own hands.

"This is betrayal! This is infidelity!"

"When the betrayer is the leader of the organization, loyalty has long been a joke. It wasn't me who betrayed Black - no,"

Bulstrode paused.

After a while, he finally made up his mind to finish the sentence: "We did not betray Voldemort, but Voldemort betrayed us."

His speaking voice was actually very soft, even a little unclear, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it was as shocking as thunder!

Even Sirius and the others did not dare to call the Dark Lord by his first name, but Bulstrode did.

It is not difficult to understand. In his opinion, there is only one Dark Lord, not Voldemort, but now Cyrus!

"You surprise me, Bulstrode."

Voldemort had calmed down a bit. He seemed to raise his head. His flat face looked like a snake, and his sinister eyes stared at Cyrus. This time he learned the lesson wisely. As soon as he broke away from Cyrus, he immediately distanced himself.

"Heal quickly!"

Voldemort held down the twisted wrist, and in an instant, the blood flowed back, the pulverized pieces of flesh regained their vitality, and the bone fragments were spliced ​​together, healing the wound in an instant.

But Cyrus was not worried because Voldemort's wand fell at his feet and he had no time to take it away.

"I really didn't expect you to say such sad words to me, Bulstrode." He didn't seem to care about Cyrus anymore, nor did he care about losing his wand. Instead, he looked at Bulstrode. , it seems that convincing this old "friend" to return to his arms is more important than facing Cyrus, a powerful enemy.

In fact, that was true for Voldemort.

Even now, he felt that he still had a way to deal with Cyrus, but what Bulstrode said would leave a seed of betrayal in the hearts of all Death Eaters.

In addition to Cyrus, Voldemort's enemy was Dumbledore, and he did not want to be left alone.