Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Voldemort, let's see who is stronger now?!"

Cyrus held his sword in his left hand, his wand in his right, Fawkes on his shoulder, fire flowing from every feather.

He is holding the divine costume and looks majestic at the moment!

Voldemort's spells are powerful, but his sword is no less powerful!

But Voldemort sneered: "With a broken sword and a red-feathered bird, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"Hey!" The Sorting Hat on Cyrus' head heard Voldemort's words and immediately became unhappy. "Don't underestimate Gryffindor's sword, little Tom! How do you think he defeated the Muggles and became the master? ?By a spell?”

"Of course not!" it shouted exaggeratedly, trying hard to tell Voldemort a truth - the wizard only needs to know the lighting spell, and the sword will open the way for the rest!

"Hurry and chop him into a dead snake, let him see what the Sword Master of Azkaban is capable of!"

Voldemort glanced at the Sorting Hat coldly, his blood-red eyes with the solidity of death, which immediately made it become more honest. The outline of its eye sockets and mouth immediately disappeared, as if it had turned into the most ordinary hat. Broken hat.

However, the Sorting Hat's words actually reminded Voldemort.

If there was anything he couldn't compare to Cyrus now, it was Cyrus's monster-like physique.

Voldemort will never forget that night when Cyrus twisted his arm off and the sharp bone fragments pierced the flesh and blood from the inside of his right arm.

His cold eyes focused on the silver sword blade, and he subconsciously took half a step back with his feet.

Cyrus couldn't help laughing when he saw this look of someone who was clearly scared but still trying to be brave. However, Cyrus will not underestimate Voldemort because of this. On the contrary, the more cautious Voldemort is, the more dangerous it is for him.

Even if the snakewood wand fully releases its magic power, it may not be comparable to the Elder Wand. As for the sword - thanks to the Sorting Hat, Voldemort has been guarding it from the beginning!

The two people stood on both sides of the circular room. At this time, the room began to rotate rapidly. The blue flames swaying on the wall looked like a ring of flames due to the high-speed rotation, like in an arena. The ropes that serve as boundaries generally delineate the scope.

Voldemort waited for an opportunity like a poisonous snake, but after a moment, he took the initiative to break the confrontation.

"Come on!" he said hoarsely, his expression much more serious than before. Obviously, Cyrus still put a lot of pressure on Voldemort at this moment.

At this moment, Cyrus raised his wand high, and the phantom of the green snake on the right side of his body seemed to come to life. It raised its head and roared like a dragon, and its huge body seemed to fill the entire room!

At this moment, it flew through the air like an arrow, leaving only a green shadow!

Voldemort did not hesitate to shoot a black lightning from his wand, and the lightning penetrated the giant snake, but the next moment - a golden shadow split the lightning and came!

Cyrus flew several meters away in the blink of an eye. After the huge snake shadow was beaten into thick fog, the silver sword light split open the illusion in front of Voldemort's eyes and suddenly stabbed his Tianling Cap!

"Shh!"

The air is torn.

The blade of Gryffindor's sword emerged from his eyes as scarlet as a pool of blood!

Voldemort had no time to dodge, and the difference between the blade and his pupils seemed to be only a few centimeters. However, this close distance seemed as far away as the end of the world at this moment.

In just one breath, Voldemort had already cast the Traceless Stretching Spell at will and distanced himself from Cyrus.

This move had been performed by Cyrus before, but for the master, it was easy to seize the moment.

Then, Voldemort immediately and quickly swung his wand several times in the direction of Cyrus.

"Do you like playing with knives?" He laughed ferociously. Every time he swung the wand, a black blade cut through the air and flew towards Cyrus's limbs and head.

"Super strong armor protection!"

Cyrus pointed with his right hand, and another huge dragon snake coiled around the body. The strong scales opened and closed, making a sound of metal collision. The big snake tightened its body, protecting Cyrus within it. Voldemort's black blades hit it. Bright sparks burst out from its scales for an instant, and then were bounced away, splitting open the solid wall like tofu!

At the same time, the Fox on Cyrus's shoulder blended with the shadow of the giant silver thunderbird, turning into a physical thunder phoenix!

It spread its wings, emitting fire and thunder, and while fluttering its wings, it also dived towards Voldemort!

However, at this moment, the ground under Voldemort's feet seemed to turn into a dark green swamp. A big snake thicker than a human waist rushed up from the swamp full of venom, and its hideous and terrifying head carved a circle in the air. With a huge arc, the terrifying fangs struck Fox's claws like steel spears!

"Cheng!"

It's like metal clashing!

Then, this big snake pulled its body completely out of the mire. Its huge size was enough to crush any beast, and its dim pupils contained terrifying magic power!

What surprised Cyrus was that this was not a magical beast, but a living basilisk!

"Of course it is the one in the Chamber of Secrets." Voldemort said with a smile, brushing his hand over the cold scales of the Snake King, "I brought it back, and time strengthened its magic."

"Really?" Cyrus' eyes flickered. Since it was the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, it must still remember Slytherin's aura?

Cyrus immediately repeated the snake language in his mouth. This language was like a king's command and had great power over the basilisk.

At the same time, the snakewood wand was also exuding a unique aura, and invisible chains surged from Cyrus's side, flying out towards the basilisk like tentacles and vines to control it!

The basilisk stopped, and Cyrus's eyes lit up.

"Kill Voldemort!"

The basilisk immediately roared, and it suddenly turned its head, its eyes larger than the lantern reflected Voldemort's face, and then opened its bloody mouth and smashed towards Voldemort, as if it wanted to swallow him alive!

However, Voldemort didn't seem to be worried at all. He had a confident smile on his lips, raised his left hand, and the basilisk was freed from Cyrus's order, shaking its body as if it had broken away from layers of chains.

When it was about to hit Voldemort, it turned around, like a huge train passing by, turned around and attacked the phoenix flying in the low sky. Both sides showed no weakness, thunder and lightning, fire, venom from the fangs, and straight... Looking into death's eyes...

At this moment, the Department of Mysteries has become a world of monsters.

"You really think you can snatch control of the Basilisk from me with the Snakewood Wand?" Voldemort sneered.

He naturally knew that Cyrus had Parseltongue, especially after seeing Cyrus take out the snakewood wand and dare to summon the basilisk, he was naturally confident that he could prevent the basilisk from being controlled by Cyrus.

They are both Parseltongues, but they have completely different magical powers.