Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

It was a black-red cocoon.

In the dim world, it seemed like the magma that was about to cool down but was still warm had solidified.

Haierbo frowned, the corners of his eyes were twitching, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. But then, he felt that his idea was so ridiculous.

"My power is unmatched. How can anyone be stronger than me?" He sneered.

That was the magic power given to him by the God of Death, the power given to him by the God of Death!

No matter how powerful Cyrus becomes, the Elder Wand will give him an unparalleled improvement!

To be honest, if Grindelwald and Cyrus were still separated, he might be a little worried. Because the magic power of the Elder Wand only works on one person, his magic power can only be stronger than the stronger of the two people.

Out of confidence in himself and in order to gain stronger power, Halbo did not stop Cyrus and Grindelwald, but chose to wait.

"Let me see if what comes out of the cocoon is a butterfly or an ugly moth."

At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.

The rushing clouds and lightning seemed to have lost their sound. I don't know how long it took - the world had lost day and night - but for Haierbo, this was a long wait.

Longer than his lifespan of thousands of years.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Only by continuing to offer the souls of Cyrus and Grindelwald to the God of Death can he gain true immortality. Gain the power that even time cannot corrode him!

His thousand-year longing was right in front of him, and the black cocoon was as tempting as a finally ripe fruit.

So he decided to give up waiting.

He raised his arm, and a hurricane that could level a city solidified into a gun between his palms.

When Haierbo lifted it up, even the space was distorted!

He threw it out without hesitation——

The compressed wind penetrated the black-red cocoon like a meat grinder. In an instant, countless wind blades blasted the cocoon into pieces!

"Snapped!"

It exploded like a soft tomato crushed by a speeding train!

Haierbo looked intently and frowned again.

After the cocoon was penetrated, nothing remained, nothing remained.

"Did they just get blown to pieces?" He found it unbelievable.

The power of this move is indeed huge, but with the strength of Cyrus and Grindelwald, it is not impossible to resist. At least it couldn't be bombed down to nothing.

He concentrated the magic power in his eyes, and his two gray eyes glowed.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized something was wrong.

Right at the center of the explosion, there was a space that was distorted, or in other words, there was an overlapping shadow there. Just when Halbo was wondering if those were Cyrus and Grindelwald, the shadow took the initiative to reveal its true appearance.

Indeed it is them.

"Is that an invisibility cloak?" Haierbo was surprised.

I saw Cyrus taking off the silver shiny robe. Under the robe, his eyes were blood red, and even his hair turned dark red, and his whole body exuded ominous magic.

Grindelwald seemed to have aged a hundred years, one of his eyes was cloudy, and the other eye was simply missing - how could it be missing? ! Haierbo obviously knows where the magic eye has gone!

He looked into Cyrus's eyes, and sure enough, in the blood, there was a mysterious silver light shining!

That's Grindelwald's evil eye!

But unlike Moody's kind of prosthetic eye, this magic eye is not made later, but through magic inscriptions, which gives the originally ordinary eyes powerful magic power.

If you really want to say it, it is very similar to a magic experiment.

However, it is also a little different.

Grindelwald made his fortune in Northern Europe. This magic eye was not his innate magic, but something he acquired later in life.

In order to obtain powerful power, he was not limited to searching for the Deathly Hallows, but also various other myths and legends. Muggle myths are most likely the history that wizards have experienced.

With this idea in mind, Grindelwald obtained this evil eye - in mythology, it belonged to Odin who sacrificed himself.

Of course, the power of the magic eye is not as powerful as in mythology, and its inventor is not a real god. But at this moment, some small help can be provided to Sellers.

Grindelwald has almost exhausted his magic power and life, and only the last breath is lingering.

Cyrus looked very indifferent. He turned over the invisibility cloak and turned it into a close-fitting robe. The magic of this cloak is not limited to hiding oneself, but more importantly, it has the power to protect.

Before, Cyrus had not been powerful enough to use its power to its full potential, but that was different now.

Cyrus raised his eyes and looked at Halpo. After the attack, Halpo made no other moves. He was just waiting and watching, obviously afraid that Cyrus would get more magical power than he expected.

He is very cautious, even more so than Voldemort.

But the Cyrus assassin's attention was not at all on Helbo. He held Grindelwald, who had only a little bit left in his arms, like a mummy that had dried up for thousands of years.

His face was expressionless, and all of Cyrus's emotions at this moment were used to resist the magic in his body.

The complete fusion of the two black dragons and the dark magic of countless dementors was too much for even his soul to bear. He had to concentrate all his attention to prevent the power from getting out of control.

What Halbo doesn't know is that now is the time when Cyrus can't be distracted the most, and it's also Halbo's best chance to kill Cyrus.

But he obviously missed it.

His cowardice and fear of death cost him the chance of victory.

Now, Cyrus held Grindelwald and slowly fell. His feet stopped on the sea, and without doing anything, a spiral tower rose up under his feet that ran through the sea.

The tower is towering and majestic, like a holy place!

He took Grindelwald to stay on the tower and laid Grindelwald flat on it.

He really didn't expect that Grindelwald would give all his magic to Cyrus. Not only was Morgana's legacy obtained from Voldemort, but also his hundred years of magical power!

Otherwise he wouldn't be so weak.

Even close to death!

Of course, Cyrus wouldn't let him die like this.

While Fitzgerald was talking to Harry, Ginny passed all the information about Helbo to Cyrus through the diary.

Grindelwald is one of the three immortal souls. After losing Dumbledore, he must not lose his soul again. So Cyrus cut his palm open and let the magic of the fountain of life water the dry body.

He woke up.

Although weak, Grindelwald survived.