Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus walked up to Voldemort.

At this moment, Voldemort was lying peacefully on the ground, as if sleeping peacefully.

But if you look carefully, you will find that he is no longer breathing, his body is very cold, and he is completely like a corpse.

Cyrus was unharmed, but the special wand in his hand was full of cracks. The blue crystal looked like tempered glass that had shattered after a heavy blow. It seemed that it could no longer be used.

As for the elder wand he purchased not long ago, it was also full of cracks at the moment, as if if he cast any more spells, even if he just threw out a little spark, it would be completely overwhelmed and shattered into pieces.

Time goes back a few minutes.

Cyrus broke the seal beneath Hogwarts and awakened the magical embryo that had been sleeping for a long time and already had the shape of a dragon.

The magic power has become conscious. After being awakened, it immediately spreads its black wings like death and spits out black flames to the sky!

Voldemort's mind was still echoing with the question raised by Cyrus.

Hogwarts' motto?

He had long forgotten about that kind of insignificant thing. But now, looking at the awakened dragon, Voldemort finally understood what this sentence meant.

But it was too late, the dragon had woken up, and the magic power poured down, like a huge waterfall, flowing down, drowning Cyrus!

The handsome wizard stood among them, opening his arms as if receiving the baptism of black blood!

Under the impact of this black magic power, the silver crown on Cyrus's head and the golden cup in front of him became increasingly mottled. They seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years in an instant, and the power of decay made them rusty. Banban couldn't even see his original appearance at all.

The crown turned rusty red, and the exquisite sculptures above were completely invisible, as if they would instantly shatter with just a slight touch; the golden cup was corroded with several holes, and it looked worse than the ones on the roadside. There is no better bowl for wild dogs to eat.

However, in these two items that would have been rejected even if they were sold for scrap, two shrill screams began to echo.

As the Horcrux nearly collapsed under the influence of magic, Voldemort's two soul fragments seemed to have reached their limit. They escaped from the shackles of the Horcrux and turned into two black snakes with half-human faces and ran out!

However, Cyrus just turned his palm over and trapped the two fragments in his hand.

Then, the fragments of his soul were swallowed by him, and along with it, the huge dark power completely poured into Cyrus's body, flowing rapidly in his blood vessels!

In the wide cave, the huge dragon shadow shrank, as if it was a tailed beast sealed in the Jinchuriki's body, completely integrated with Cyrus.

The broken crown and the golden cup finally turned into two lifeless things at this moment, falling like the bones of decay and death, paving the way for Cyrus to become king!

Cyrus opened his eyes.

His eyes are not evil blood-red like Voldemort or Lanlock who have absorbed part of the dark power, but are red-gold, looking both noble and powerful!

The whites of his eyes did not turn black, and his expression was calm, as if there was no trace of madness.

"How dare you use my soul to bear the darkness!" Voldemort naturally could see what Cyrus had done, so he became even more angry.

The souls in the Horcruxes were very important to him, but now, Cyrus had destroyed two of his Horcruxes at once, and used those two souls to bear the side effects of dark magic. The carrier is simply hateful!

Cyrus had no idea what Voldemort was thinking at that time. He just felt the magic flowing through his body, as if a sea was passing through his body!

Of course, it's not actually that exaggerated.

Although the magic power left by Morgana is huge, it is only relative to ordinary wizards. Wizards like Voldemort or Dumbledore possess huge magical power. If the magic power in their bodies is out of control, they will become another monster.

After all, without Cyrus, even if the huge magic group had its own consciousness, it would not be Voldemort's opponent. Even if Scryden could control Obscurus, he would be nothing more than a slightly stronger wizard in Dumbledore's hands.

But now, after this power is absorbed by Cyrus, it is equivalent to the superposition of two magic powers. Of course, there is a certain loss, but it is enough for Cyrus to even out the time gap of several decades and stand on the same level as Voldemort at this moment. Same level!

Do not!

Now he is stronger than Voldemort!

Perhaps, only Dumbledore with the Elder Wand can rival Cyrus today!

Cyrus chuckled and raised his wand towards Voldemort.

"Now, tell me who is stronger?"

He sneered contemptuously, and immediately launched an attack without waiting for Voldemort to respond!

Just a casual blow had a completely different effect than before. The intensity of the spell was several times stronger than before. After the spell was shot out, it was like a heavy cannon, causing the dust under his feet to rise. !

This is just the aftermath of the spell, not to mention the power of the spell itself.

Just like a trembling sun!

The spell flew out at high speed and was pulled into an oval shape!

"boom!!!"

Voldemort shook his arm vigorously, detonating the spell in mid-air. The impact of the explosion immediately vibrated back and forth in the cave, and the ground began to shake violently. Even the stone cone above the head was broken and fell like a rain of swords!

The rock rips!

Yet the attacks continued.

Cyrus's spell did not stop for a moment, just like Voldemort before. At this moment, the offense and defense were different, and Voldemort was completely at a disadvantage.

But Voldemort is Voldemort.

He opened his snake-like mouth and spit out blood-red fire. The flames turned into ferocious monsters and attacked!

Cyrus' arm holding the wand hung high, and the wand drew a perfect arc in the air. Under his feet, another black-red flame ignited!

"Hot hell!"

It seems like the flames in hell that punish the devil, boiling like lava!

This was a curse that Cyrus invented before, and now it was the first time he cast it. The fire of hell was like a flame within a flame, and in an instant it burned up all the fire spit out by Voldemort as fuel!

At the same time, the shadows of devils emerged from the flames.

They formed a skeleton and began to crawl in the fire, like ghosts who had returned from hell and asked for Voldemort's life, walking with staggering steps.

The flames spread in all directions, and these monsters were constantly born from the fire.

For a moment, Voldemort looked at the faces of these monsters and was stunned.

Some of them were familiar faces to Voldemort, faces that he could not forget. For example, James Potter and Lily Potter who were killed by him twelve years ago, such as old Tom Riddle who died in his hands decades ago, and the blood of the Gaunt family; there are also some that he does not know at all The face I couldn't remember was probably just a poor guy who was accidentally killed by him, or died because of him.