Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 227

c227 The failed Voldemort

“Boom!!!”

There was a muffled sound in the air, and then a black object fell from midair and rolled several times on the ground.

Cedric was holding several people tightly in his hands, and the force of the swinging of the door key almost dislocated his arm. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times in a mess. The warriors and their treasures he brought back also scattered with a snap.

More than a thousand people on the Quidditch field exclaimed, and they stood up one by one, stretched their necks and waved their hands to cheer!

“Diggory!”

“Diggory!”

“…”

Cedric got up from the ground, his head was bleeding, his eyes were blurred, and the sun shone on his body that seemed to be frozen, warm and making him a little dazed.

“Did you see it?” A middle-aged man shouted loudly in the stands, and the whole stadium could hear his surprised and proud voice, “That’s my child! That’s my child!”

Amos Diggory squeezed through the crowd and raised his hands excitedly above his head.

The people in the crowd showed different reactions. Ron found Harry and others who were brought back by Diggory the moment Cedric came back. Harry was also awake, but he looked several times more miserable than Diggory.

He saw Harry rushing to the castle eagerly. Ron suddenly had a bad premonition and jumped out of the audience without hesitation.

Now, most people were cheering Diggory’s victory, but some people didn’t think so, after all, Cassandra and Fleur also came back with their treasures.

“I think we need a fair judgment,” Fudge said, “and it’s better to find out what happened in the Department of Mysteries!”

The last picture they could see was only the three most powerful wizards standing together, and suddenly Cyrus became old, while Dumbledore and Grindelwald became younger as if time had been reversed.

At that time, Fudge guessed that something might have happened in the Hall of Time, but due to the progress of the game, he couldn’t send someone to check. Scrimgeour wanted to break the game, but he couldn’t violate the minister’s order.

Fortunately, after that, Cyrus suddenly reversed time and regained his strength, and the three of them disappeared in the flames.

‘With Dumbledore here, the situation can’t be too bad. ‘ Even though Fudge didn’t like Dumbledore very much, he still believed in Dumbledore’s strength, not to mention that before leaving, Cyrus and Grindelwald seemed to have put aside their differences.

‘I hope the Department of Mysteries is safe and sound…’

Fudge thought as he came to Cedric’s side with all the other referees.

“Hogwarts’s warrior, Cedric Diggory, you are the first to come back from the Department of Mysteries, and you have won the victory for Hogwarts,” Babajide Akinbade said solemnly.

His old eyes also swept over Fleur and Cassandra, but Fleur was already unconscious, and Cassandra came back a little slower. He didn’t come back at the same time as Cedric, but with the second batch. Otherwise, Cedric wouldn’t be able to bring so many people.

Cedric seemed to wake up from his trance after hearing Achinbad’s voice, and realized that what happened in the Department of Mysteries was not a dream, but a painful reality!

His body couldn’t help shaking again, and he looked at Fudge with fear and pleading:

“Sir! Auror… Auror must be sent to the Department of Mysteries immediately!” He almost threw himself at Fudge.

“Don’t panic, Amos’s child,” Fudge also realized that something might have happened in the Department of Mysteries, but in public, Fudge couldn’t lose his composure, “Is the magic of the Department of Mysteries out of control?”

Cedric shook his head quickly. He couldn’t even speak clearly because of panic and fear, and he was gasping for breath. He always felt that Voldemort was still standing in front of him at this moment, strangling his throat with his cold hands.

“It’s… it’s You-Know-Who!” Cedric shouted, as if he had used up all his strength, “Sir, You-Know-Who is back…”

Fudge froze as if he had been hit by a freezing spell, his fat all over his body seemed to become hard, and his limbs were cold.

“Don’t joke, kid! This is not a funny joke…” His tone became a little stern, “We have other witnesses here!”

Fudge looked at Cassandra for help, as if he wanted to hear another answer from Cassandra.

To be honest, Fudge would rather the Ministry of Magic be blown up to nothing than hear that terrifying name.

However, Cassandra just nodded coldly, looking at him as if she was looking at a fool: “If you call the man called Voldemort You-Know-Who, then he is indeed back.”

Fudge’s heart seemed to have finally died.

Especially when Cassandra said the name “Voldemort” without hesitation, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Now his face was paler than a dead person…

The cheers of thousands of people were cooled in an instant, and every little wizard in Hogwarts felt like he was having a ridiculous dream.

For some people, this is just the beginning!

Barty Crouch Jr., who transformed into Maxim, was the first to attack Bellatrix. His words were sharp and his hostility was very obvious: “Ms. Lestrange, I remember you are a Death Eater? Don’t you have anything to explain?”

In this moment, Bella seemed to be the target of public criticism.

All eyes were pressed towards her, especially Fudge, who seemed to have found an outlet. There was fierce malice hidden under the trembling fat, and it seemed that he was going to arrest Bellatrix as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, he managed to retain some sense and did not attack rashly, but Umbridge could no longer bear it. She mistakenly thought this was her opportunity for revenge, and immediately found a hat and put it on Bella’s head.

“Ilvermorny has been cruel and ruthless since she participated in the Tournament. Bellatrix herself is a Death Eater, and the man named Cyrus is closely related to the mysterious man. Can I think that, Did you help the mysterious man come back?”

Umbridge walked towards Bella proudly at this moment, and the scrutinizing eyes behind her seemed to her to be a different kind of force, supporting her and giving her the courage to stand in front of Bella.

“Now, what else can you explain, Bellatrix Lestrange?” she said softly with a sweet, revolting smile on her face.

“If not, the Aurors will arrest you first, and those students from Ilvermorny-”

“Snapped!”

Bella slapped her face with cold eyes. She didn’t respond at all, but her eyes revealed a fierce threat, “Are you talking to me, toad?”

She slapped Umbridge’s face until it was swollen. Then, before the others could react, she glanced over. The Aurors present were indeed ready to make a move, but they still had some scruples.

“Calm down, gentlemen!” Mag shouted at the top of his lungs.

She had been a teacher at Hogwarts for decades, and her words made the young Aurors afraid to act rashly. Everyone remembered this stern Gryffindor Headmaster.

“Now is not the time for us to argue here, Minister Fudge. I think the most important thing now is to send Aurors to provide support to the Department of Mysteries.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Fudge was in a daze for a moment, and he laughed dryly, still holding on to the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Voldemort may not really be resurrected, right?

As long as he didn’t see it with his own eyes, it might be false.

Even a warrior is just a child after all, and maybe they were just frightened by some phantom.

“Your little head must be too excited, Cedric.” Fudge deceived himself, as if everything was just as he imagined. He touched Cedric’s head affectionately, “Okay, enjoy. Your victory!”

“But, the mysterious man…”

“There is no You-Know-Who!” Fudge interrupted him forcefully, “It’s just that the magic in the Department of Mysteries is out of control. This is not common, but don’t worry, Dumbledore is here, the Ministry of Magic will not collapse!”

he said confidently.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the big screens on the Quidditch pitch began to shake violently!

He was startled and immediately looked over there.

I saw the floor of the eighth floor being torn apart in an instant, and then, two huge dragon-shaped monsters rushed out from the Department of Mysteries. They bit and fought, their wings and torsos collapsing several floors along the way. And it’s still rising…

Kingsley was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked to Fudge’s side and said silently:

“Minister, the Ministry of Magic is really going to collapse now…”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Fudge’s entire face turned dark, “Why don’t you send out all the Aurors?!”

——

Meanwhile, in the Department of Mysteries.

Hall of Death.

Cyrus held Gryffindor’s sword and struck. Time seemed to freeze. Between the lightning and flint, the sword cut through the solid object. A ferocious head hit the ground heavily, and endless blood spurted out, like It was like a fountain rushing straight to the ceiling of the Death Hall.

“Boom!”

Voldemort’s body fell to the ground together with the fallen head…

His head was still intact.

What was chopped off was the head of the basilisk.

The confused basilisk’s body was still twisting, and blood gurgled out from the huge wound like a spring, staining the entire death hall’s stairs leading to the arch like a carpet, as if welcoming the arrival of death.

The huge head also rolled down in front of the arch at this moment, its dim eyes were still moving, and the snake’s teeth were flowing with venom…

“I didn’t expect that I couldn’t kill you like this.” Cyrus said coldly, holding the sword.

At that moment, Voldemort had no time to dodge, but he used Disapparation (which is not the same magic as Apparition) to summon the basilisk that was fighting the Thunder Phoenix, and blocked the knife for him.

However, Gryffindor’s sword still hurt Voldemort’s body.

There was a huge incision on Voldemort’s chest.

But what surprised Cyrus was that not a drop of blood flowed out from the wound, as if he was no longer flesh and blood, and Cyrus could not see the inner structure of his body through the gap.

Voldemort seemed to know what Cyrus was thinking, and smiled coldly: “Look, will I still bleed now?”

“The clone spell, I really underestimated you.” He stood up, the huge wound began to wriggle, and quickly sewed together automatically, “This is the trick you played on Christmas, right? Let me guess, when was it?”

He talked to himself.

“Oh, yes, when you dropped the sword and were almost hit by my spell, you completed the clone in the smoke, right? No wonder even the hat was lost, no wonder I always felt that the you just now was a little weak. I think this clone will also split your power in two?”

Voldemort saw through the weakness of this spell, his voice became colder and colder, and at this moment he was murderous!

“Then how can you have the power to deal with me now?!”

How could Cyrus, who only had half of his magic power left, be his opponent? !

“This move will kill you!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

“Boom!!!”

The spell exploded like lightning!

The black shadow flew backwards and fell to the ground miserably like a rag doll.

Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled down the steps half dead.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked behind him. The Cyrus who was trapped by his spell was untied at some point, and the snakewood wand that was knocked away by him returned to Cyrus’ hand at some point.

The spell that just exploded was not cast by Voldemort at all, but Cyrus hit him hard from behind!

Now, the two Cyrus stood high on the steps, looking down at Voldemort, and the black curtain on the arch behind Voldemort was raised high, as if calling him to go in…

The damage caused by this spell to Voldemort can be said to be very huge, even more than the damage caused by the sword of Gryffindor. But Voldemort didn’t understand, how could Cyrus, whose magic power was divided into two, still cast such a powerful spell?

“Don’t understand? Why don’t I tell you?” Cyrus said, “Because from the beginning, I didn’t divide the magic power into two halves.”

Cyrus’s clone spell does require him to divide his power into two.

But Cyrus, who holds the sword, doesn’t need magic power at all. He only needs a strong body!

From the beginning, all the magic power is in Cyrus’ body holding the wand. He pretended to be weak, lured Voldemort out of the central hall, and deliberately threw away the snakewood wand – Voldemort didn’t know that the snakewood wand could turn into a snake and automatically return to Cyrus’s hand – and finally completed a blow that severely damaged Voldemort.

At this moment, Voldemort seemed to want to continue to fight back, but when he picked up the wand, he suddenly frowned.

As if he had noticed something, he made an unhappy “tsk” sound.