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 the eye sockets and the outline of the 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!

Uh-huh!

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 in 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 still, 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.

It's like Harry's Parselmouth can control ordinary snakes, but it can't compete with Tom Riddle in the diary for control of the Basilisk. Cyrus' Parselmouth ability also comes from Voldemort, but compared to the complete Voldemort, it is not that powerful.

Now, let me see what other tricks you have? Voldemort took a step forward, wind blew under his feet, and dust and gravel were raised under his magic power. He stopped his wrist and shot another terrible black curse.

Cyrus immediately picked up his wand to attack, and the shadow of the dark green snake clung to his arm, enhancing the power of his magic.

He cast several spells in an instant, and the flying white light collided with Voldemort's spell like a powerful missile——

boom!!!

The ground under your feet is already full of cracks, and the two black dragons above your head are almost breaking through the surface. The basilisk and the thunder phoenix are intertwined and fighting, collapsing one room after another. The blue fire shield and the bright Gublai fairy fire are rising in Seile. Staggering waves surged above Si's head...

Cyrus was wondering why no one from the Ministry of Magic had arrived yet.

But now he can't think about so many things.

He can only devote himself to the battle wholeheartedly!

He kept casting spells, and one spell after another flew out quickly. The power of these spells was amazing. Even if they didn't hit the target, they just passed through the air with huge power, making the two people's hair stand on end. rise!

Cyrus knew that if he wanted to win, there was only one way...

So at this moment, he threw down the sword in his left hand. While casting the spell with his right hand, he used gestures with his left hand to strengthen the power of the spell.

Seeing Cyrus drop Gryffindor's sword, Voldemort immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he became even more unscrupulous. On the other hand, the Sorting Hat on Cyrus's head sighed, thinking that Cyrus had given up a good opportunity.

You should use your sword to split Voldemort's spell, even the death curse can be split! the Sorting Hat shouted.

But Cyrus ignored it.

He knew that the sword could split the death curse, but what about after splitting it?

He always had to hit Voldemort to hurt him, otherwise no matter how sharp Gryffindor's sword was, what effect would it have?

Cyrus glanced at the place where the sword was dropped, and it seemed that it was at this glance that Voldemort seized the gap, raised his wand above his head, and instantly attacked Cyrus!

boom!!!

Thick smoke is everywhere!

Voldemort had a smile on his lips, but the next moment, he saw Cyrus rolling out of the smoke.

Cyrus looked very embarrassed, and the chattering Sorting Hat above his head was knocked away by a spell. It can be seen that although he escaped the curse, his rhythm has been disrupted.

Voldemort immediately realized that now was a good time for him to pursue victory. If he could seize the opportunity, he could end the battle immediately!

As a result, his attack rhythm immediately became aggressive, and he moved forward. The Elder Wand was not dusty at all in his hand, and even exerted unprecedented power.

Countless spells were shot overwhelmingly at Cyrus, as if all the stars in the night sky fell down, leaving Cyrus unable to fight back.

Come on, Cyrus, don't hide!

He became more and more proud, oppressing Cyrus like he was teasing a mouse, forcing Cyrus to escape and dodge at the same time.

Isn't this all your ability? Voldemort said sarcastically. He saw Cyrus knocking open the half-remaining, dilapidated door and hiding in the Death Hall. Voldemort immediately followed him with a sneer.

Of course, Voldemort didn't think that Cyrus's sudden entry into the Death Hall might be a trap.

He is very cautious and his eyes are always faster than his steps.

The Death Hall is a dark and cold room. The whole room looks gray and very empty inside. There is nothing except a tattered arch with a floating white curtain.

So as soon as he entered, he could see Cyrus panting and looking at him through the arch.

This is a nice place, isn't it? Voldemort swept across the quiet Death Hall. The interior of this room was safe and sound. There seemed to be a special power that separated all the noise from the outside world. Perhaps death should be so quiet.

I mean, as your grave!

Voldemort spoke cruelly.

But Cyrus seemed to have nothing to say, and he seemed particularly reticent today.

This probably made Voldemort feel a little bored.

I really want to teach you what the virtue of obedience is.

He thought it was too pointless to kill his enemies like this. He wanted to see Cyrus surrender, and he wanted to see Cyrus fear. But even now Cyrus still looks stubborn, which makes Voldemort couldn't help but wonder, isn't Cyrus afraid of death?

Doesn't he know the magic of death?

Voldemort fired a spell coldly and angrily, and Cyrus seemed to be tired. He raised his wand to fight back, but the wand was knocked away, fell to the ground with a clatter, and rolled to the side of the arch.

Seeing this, Voldemort knew that Cyrus no longer had the strength to fight back.

He formed a huge chain and locked Cyrus's body tightly, then walked up to Cyrus and pinched Cyrus's neck with his cold hands.

Look at your pitiful appearance... Voldemort pressed his fingertips hard, Who else can help you now?

He sneered and glanced at the arch of the Death Hall. The snakewood wand seemed to have lost all its spirituality and was lying there quietly.

Having lost my sword, and now my wand, I can easily break your neck, he said. Have you heard the call of death?

According to legend, the closer a person is to death, the more they can hear the call of the deceased from the other side of the arch. Voldemort wanted to know if Cyrus could hear his own voice inside the arch now.

But he just asked casually, not expecting that Cyrus would answer him.

But to Voldemort's expectation, Cyrus actually nodded.

His whole face turned red, and his tightly pinched throat moved with difficulty, making a hoarse voice: I did hear it...

There seemed to be mockery in the golden eyes: It's just your voice that I heard, Voldemort!

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then he felt an unprecedented panic, as if something bad was happening. At the same time, behind him, a biting cold wind hit!

He turned his head suddenly, and his eyes were stung by a bright silver light!

In mid-air, another Cyrus held a sword and struck at his head!

Cyrus, holding the sword, was like a sword master, shortening the distance in an instant. In just a breath, the blade almost landed on Voldemort's head, cutting off a strand of his black hair.

Voldemort, go to hell!

This time he had nowhere to hide——