Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Cyrus didn't know how long he had been in Harry's consciousness.

It was like a real dream. It might have only lasted a second, or it might have lasted the entire night.

Fortunately, he and Harry were still alive, which meant that Voldemort's magic power might not have been restored yet.

Cyrus raised his head and looked for the location of the Undead Demon. There was no change from not long ago, except that Nagini was now entrenched beside him, as vigilant as guarding her master.

Then Harry woke up.

Apparently he got on the Hogwarts Express just in time.

However, Cyrus did not greet him, because almost at the same time that Harry woke up, Voldemort's rag doll-like body also regained consciousness.

He was lying on the ground, his limbs and body twisted uncoordinatedly, his handsome and evil face pressed against the ground, like a snake.

"You're so stupid Cyrus," he taunted Cyrus as soon as he woke up.

"Is this your plan?" he asked, "to hide behind like a coward and risk that poor, pathetic man, Harry Potter, just to destroy that one piece of his soul?"

Voldemort's expression at this moment was as disdainful as if he had learned of a child's innocent and ridiculous plan.

"But the plan worked," Sellers said.

At the same time, Cyrus was also wondering how Voldemort suddenly knew about this?

You know, Harry hasn't returned to his original appearance yet!

Perhaps, due to the integrity of his soul now, he was able to perceive everything that happened to the last Horcrux before its death. In other words, in Harry's soul world at that time, the guy himself was actually peering through that soul.

Cyrus was ruthless and destroyed it, and Voldemort theoretically did not know what happened next.

So he could only guess that Cyrus' plan was just to destroy his last Horcrux and make him lose his immortality.

Sure enough, after Voldemort heard Cyrus say that he had succeeded, he immediately put on a mocking expression on his face, as ridiculous as hearing a frog living at the bottom of a well boasting about himself without knowing the heights of the world.

"I didn't know destroying something I didn't care about was a success," he said sarcastically as he got up from the ground.

He thought that Cyrus and Dumbledore had worked so hard just to destroy one of his Horcruxes, but in fact, for him now, the Horcruxes were no longer important.

But it’s fun to watch Cyrus perform like this.

At this time, Voldemort felt that the accident more than ten years ago was not so useless.

"You destroyed a Horcrux, but what's the use?" He savored the victory, hoping to see the despair on Cyrus's face due to his useless efforts.

"My magic power is still as strong as ever, it hasn't weakened at all!"

"If you really wanted to kill me, you should have done it before I woke up just now. It's a pity that you missed the opportunity just to save him!" Voldemort suddenly pointed his finger at Harry, which made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. Zi Zi, "Save a loser!"

At the same time, he was also thinking about what Voldemort said at this moment.

Did Cyrus miss the chance to kill Voldemort in order to bring himself back from the brink of death?

He looked at Cyrus. If this was really the case, then Harry really couldn't accept it. He didn't feel that his little life was more important than killing Voldemort.

Cyrus saved him, and there was just one more child without a father and mother in the world. But if Voldemort was killed, I don't know how many innocent people would not be hurt, and how many people who had lost their loved ones would be comforted. …

If his own life and Voldemort's life were placed at two ends of the scale, Harry would rather die himself than Voldemort!

In fact, he did the same.

Because he just cares about others more than himself.

"Cyrus, you shouldn't have saved me..." Harry said sadly, "My life doesn't matter...I..."

Cyrus interrupted: "We don't trade lives, Harry."

"Besides, we all believe that your life is much more precious than Voldemort's. You are warm, upright, kind and upright, selfless and great. Even I can't compare to you." He said.

Harry immediately blushed.

He wanted to say something, but Cyrus had already walked to him at this time.

He raised his hand, and the huge magic power in Harry's body was immediately picked out by him, pulled out root by root like peeling off silk thread, and returned to Cyrus' body.

Harry suddenly felt extremely weak. It was as if all the bones in his body had been taken away. Even his own body could no longer support him. He staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Cyrus held him up.

Although this was a power that did not belong to him in the first place, losing it after having it still made him feel disappointed.

Cyrus said again: "Okay, you can leave this place to me, please leave quickly."

"But you are alone..." Harry closed his mouth before he could finish his words.

Cyrus, who had regained all his power, was so powerful that he had forgotten how to speak.

Only then did Harry realize that because he had faced Voldemort several times, he seemed to be frightened by this terrifying wizard. He felt that Voldemort was too powerful to be defeated!

But he forgot that Cyrus was the one who truly defeated Voldemort!

He suddenly remembered the prophecy: the person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... born into the family who had resisted him three times, born at the end of July...

But at this moment, Harry suddenly realized that resisting Voldemort three times seemed nothing special.

He looked at Cyrus's back. This handsome wizard was wearing a dark green loose robe, the sleeves were fluttering in the cold wind, and the golden highlights on his forehead were fluttering in an unruly manner. He looked tough and stubborn. !

That ray of gold easily reminded Harry of sunshine!

To him it was warm and bright, but to Voldemort I believe it was dazzling and even more scorching!

Harry suddenly had unprecedented confidence in Cyrus, believing that Cyrus would defeat Voldemort again!

And this time, this cunning snake will not have another chance to shed its skin——

Of course, Voldemort didn't think so.

"Do you think you can win?" He looked at Cyrus and Harry, actually mainly Cyrus, "I have the same power as you, maybe even a little stronger, and I also have the Elder Wand - —”

When he said this, Voldemort paused, as if to confirm whether the Elder Wand in his hand was still following his command.

This time the Elder Wand did not disappoint him.

He was even more proud, and the corners of his mouth almost split open all the way to his ears.

"What do you have?" he asked loudly.

"He also has the Elder Wand!" Harry immediately yelled back at Voldemort not to be outdone.

Voldemort originally did not want to pay attention to the words of a small character who could not catch his eye, but since the person in front of him was Harry Potter, he still accepted it. He used a very frivolous tone and even raised his eyebrows.