Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 226

c226 Juggernaut of Azkaban

“Voldemort, let’s see who is stronger now?!”

Cyrus held a sword in his left hand and a wand in his right hand. Fawkes was on his shoulder, and flames flowed on every feather.

He looked majestic at the moment with his divine armor!

Voldemort’s spells were powerful, but his sword was not bad either!

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

“Hey!” The Sorting Hat on Cyrus’ head was immediately unhappy after hearing Voldemort’s words, “Don’t underestimate Gryffindor’s sword, little Tom! How do you think he defeated the Muggles and became a master? Relying on spells?”

“Of course not!” It shouted exaggeratedly, trying its best to tell Voldemort a truth – wizards only need to know illumination, and the rest will be paved by the sword!

“Hurry up and chop him into a dead snake, let him see the power of the Sword Master of Azkaban!”

Voldemort glanced at the Sorting Hat coldly, and his blood-red eyes were full of death, which made it honest all of a sudden. The outlines of the eye sockets and the mouth disappeared immediately, as if it had become an ordinary broken hat.

But the words of the Sorting Hat actually reminded Voldemort.

If there is anything that he is not as good as Cyrus now, it is Cyrus’s monster-like physique.

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

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

This look of fear but stubbornness made Cyrus laugh. But Cyrus would 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 on guard from the beginning!

The two stood on both sides of the circular room. At this time, the room began to rotate rapidly. The swaying blue flames on the wall seemed to have turned into a ring of flames due to the high-speed rotation, like the ropes used as boundaries in the arena to delimit the range.

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

“Come on!” He said hoarsely, his expression was much more serious than before. Obviously, Cyrus at this moment still brought a lot of pressure to Voldemort.

In this moment, Cyrus raised his wand high, and the shadow of the green snake on the right side of his body seemed to come alive. 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!

Without hesitation, Voldemort shot out a black lightning from his wand, which pierced through the giant snake. However, the next moment, a golden shadow split the lightning and came!

Cyrus flew across several meters in the blink of an eye. After the huge snake shadow was beaten into a thick fog, the silver knife light split the illusion in front of Voldemort and stabbed his head!

“Swish!”

The air was torn apart.

The blade of the Gryffindor sword appeared in the blood-red eyes!

Voldemort had no time to dodge. The blade seemed to be only a millimeter away from his pupils, but this close distance seemed as far away as the end of the world.

In just a short breath, Voldemort had already cast the traceless extension spell at will, pulling away from Cyrus.

Cyrus had used this trick before, but for the master, it was easy to grasp the opportunity at that moment.

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

“Do you like playing with knives?” He laughed grimly. Every time the wand was swung, a black blade cut through the air and flew towards Cyrus’ limbs and head.

“Super strong armor protection!”

Cyrus pointed with his right hand, and another huge dragon snake coiled around his body. The solid scales opened and closed, making a sound of metal collision. The big snake tightened its body and protected Cyrus. Voldemort’s black blades hit its scales, and bright sparks burst out in an instant, and then it was bounced away, splitting a solid wall like cutting tofu!

At the same time, Fawkes on Cyrus’ shoulder and the shadow of the huge silver thunderbird merged with each other, turning into a physical thunder and lightning phoenix!

It spread its wings, radiating flames and lightning, and while flapping its wings, it also swooped towards Voldemort!

However, at this moment, the ground under Voldemort’s feet seemed to have turned into a dark green swamp. A snake thicker than a human waist rushed out of the swamp full of venom. Its hideous and terrifying head drew a huge arc in the air, and its terrible fangs attacked Fawkes’s claws like steel guns!

“Chop!”

It was like a metal collision!

Then, the snake completely pulled its body out of the swamp. Its huge body was enough to crush any beast, and its dim pupils were filled with terrible magic!

What surprised Cyrus was that this was not a beast randomly transformed by magic, but a living basilisk!

“Of course it is the one in the Chamber of Secrets.” Voldemort said with a smile, his hand brushing the cold scales of the snake king, “I brought it back, and time has strengthened its magic.”

“Really?” Cyrus’ eyes flickered. Since it was the basilisk in the chamber of secrets, it must still remember the breath of Slytherin?

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

At the same time, the snakewood wand was also emitting a unique breath. Invisible chains surged from Cyrus’s side, flying towards the basilisk like tentacles and vines, controlling it!

The basilisk stopped, and then Cyrus’ eyes shone.

“Kill Voldemort!”

The basilisk roared immediately, and it turned its head suddenly. Its eyes, which were bigger than lanterns, reflected Voldemort’s face, and then it 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. With a confident smile on his lips and his left hand raised, the basilisk was freed from Cyrus’s order, shaking its body as if it had broken free from the layers of chains that bound it.

When it was about to hit Voldemort, it turned around, like a huge train passing by, and turned its head to attack the phoenix flying low in the sky. Both sides showed no weakness, lightning and fire, fangs of venom, and a look that would kill you if you looked directly at it…

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

“Do you really think that you can snatch control of the basilisk from me just because you have a 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 naturally had the confidence to prevent the basilisk from being controlled by Cyrus.

They are both Parseltongue, but the magic power they possess is completely different.

Just like Harry’s Parseltongue can control ordinary venomous snakes, but he can’t snatch control of the basilisk from Tom Riddle in the diary. Cyrus’ Parseltongue ability also comes from Voldemort, but compared with the complete Voldemort, it is not so powerful.

“Now, let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve?” Voldemort took a step forward, his feet were full of wind, dust and gravel were raised under his magic, his wrist paused, and he shot out another terrible black spell.

Cyrus immediately picked up his wand to fight back, and the shadow of the dark green snake climbed on his arm, enhancing his magic power.

He cast several spells in an instant, and the white light that flew out collided with Voldemort’s spell like a powerful missile-

“Boom!!!”

The ground under his feet was full of cracks, and the two black dragons above his head were almost about to break through the surface. The basilisk and the lightning phoenix were intertwined and entangled, crashing down one room after another, and the blue fire shield and the bright Gubler fairy fire were surging above Cyrus’ head…

Cyrus was very curious, why the people from the Ministry of Magic hadn’t arrived yet.

But now he couldn’t think about so many things.

He had to devote himself to the battle wholeheartedly!

He kept casting spells, one after another, flying out quickly. The power of these spells was amazing. Even if they didn’t hit the target, they just passed through the air with great force, which made the hair of the two people stand up!

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

So at this moment, he threw away the sword in his left hand, and while casting the spell with his right hand, he assisted with gestures with his left hand to strengthen the power of the spell.

When Voldemort saw Cyrus throw away the sword of Gryffindor, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time became more unscrupulous. On the other hand, the Sorting Hat on Cyrus’ head sighed, thinking that Cyrus had given up a good opportunity.

“You should use the 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 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 this glance that Voldemort seized the gap, raised his wand above his head, and instantly attacked Cyrus!

“Boom!!!”

Thick smoke!

Voldemort smiled, but the next moment, he saw Cyrus rolling out of the smoke.

Cyrus looked very embarrassed, and the chattering sorting hat on his head was all knocked away by the spell. It can be seen that although he dodged the spell, his rhythm has been disrupted.

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

So his attack rhythm immediately became radical, he stepped forward, the old wand in his hand was not covered with dust at all, and even exerted unprecedented power.

Countless spells were fired at Cyrus overwhelmingly, as if all the stars in the night sky were falling down, making Cyrus unable to fight back.

“Come on, Cyrus, don’t hide!”

He became more and more arrogant, and oppressed Cyrus like teasing a mouse, forcing Cyrus to run and dodge.

“That’s not all you can do, is it?” Voldemort said sarcastically. He saw Cyrus knock open the half-broken door and hide in the Death Hall. Voldemort immediately followed with a sneer.

Of course, Voldemort did not think that Cyrus rashly entered the Death Hall, perhaps there was a trap.

He was very cautious, and his eyes were always faster than his steps.

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

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

“This is a nice place, isn’t it?” Voldemort swept across the quiet Death Hall. The interior of the room was safe and sound. It seemed that there was 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. He seemed particularly taciturn today.

This probably made Voldemort feel a little boring.

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

He thought it was too boring to kill his enemy like this. He wanted to see Cyrus surrender and fear. But even now Cyrus still looked stubborn, which made Voldemort couldn’t help but wonder, is Cyrus not afraid of death?

Doesn’t he know the power of death?

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

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

He conjured a huge chain to lock Cyrus’ body tightly, then walked in front of Cyrus and strangled Cyrus’ neck with his cold hands.

“Look at your pitiful appearance…” Voldemort’s fingertips exerted force, “Who 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 lay there quietly.

“You’ve lost your sword, and now you’ve lost your wand. I can easily break your neck.” He said, “Do you hear the call of death?”

It is said that the closer a person is to death, the more he can hear the call of the dead from the other side of the arch. Voldemort really wants to know if Cyrus can hear his own voice in the arch now.

But he just asked casually, and he didn’t expect Cyrus to answer him.

But to Voldemort’s surprise, Cyrus actually nodded.

His whole face flushed, and his tightly pinched throat moved with difficulty, and he made a hoarse voice: “I did hear it…”

There seemed to be mockery in his golden eyes: “It’s just that I heard your voice, 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 blew!

He turned his head suddenly, but his eyes were pierced by a bright silver light!

In mid-air, another Cyrus held a sword and chopped towards his head!

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

“Voldemort, die!”

This time he had nowhere to hide——