Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 228

c228 master of death

Voldemort looked at the most powerful wand in his hand, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

“I haven’t lost yet! You dare to give up on me and choose him?!”

He roared angrily, completely refusing to admit the fact that he had failed.

In fact, it was true. Although Voldemort was a little injured by Cyrus’s trick, he was holding the Resurrection Stone and was no longer a human being. This injury was actually nothing. He only needed a few breaths to regroup!

The premise was that the old wand was still willing to obey his orders.

But now, this wand actually betrayed at this time!

He couldn’t accept this result. Now it was obviously his magic power that was stronger. Shouldn’t the old wand submit to the hands of the strong? !

He had made so many preparations, and even Grindelwald had delayed Dumbledore. Except for today, there would probably be no such good opportunity to kill Cyrus!

But now, he knew that he was powerless.

If he had only an ordinary wand in his hand, Voldemort would have thought of continuing the fight, but he had the old wand in his hand. And this wand now chose Cyrus.

Voldemort knew very well that no one could hurt Cyrus with this wand again.

But even so, Voldemort was unwilling to give up the old wand. Even if he couldn’t use it, at least he couldn’t let it fall into Cyrus’ hands. What’s more, if he seized the opportunity, he might not be able to take back the ownership of the wand.

So he took back the wand indifferently, and the black fog enveloped him.

“Let’s stop here today, Cyrus, the annoying Aurors are coming.” Voldemort did not show his weakness. Although the old wand in his hand had become an ordinary wand, Cyrus would still find it difficult to keep him as long as he wanted to leave.

One of the two black dragons that had already rushed out of the Ministry of Magic and were fighting each other in the sky of London suddenly turned into a quagmire, like turbid sewage, and disappeared under the gaze of tens of thousands of Muggles.

The other dragon lost its target, circled in the air for a while, and dived back to the ground hundreds of meters deep, returned to Cyrus’ body, and the two Cyruses merged into one.

The battle here was over, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald also stopped.

The two of them stood in the flames separately, the red and blue were clearly separated and difficult to blend.

When Cyrus left the Death Hall and came to them, he saw the power of time slowly fading from their bodies, and their hair turned pale again. They looked at each other across the flames, as if they had experienced a hundred years in an instant, watching how the other had aged.

Grindelwald’s eyes were a little wet, but he looked like he was relieved, and he put down his wand first.

Seeing this, Dumbledore also slowly stopped.

The next moment, hundreds of firecracker-like sounds were heard in the air around them.

A large number of Aurors rushed out in panic.

The lame Scrimgeour walked in front, his face as blue as a slate.

“Dumbledore, where is the mysterious man?”

“He has escaped.” The one who answered him was naturally Cyrus.

Hearing this, Scrimgeour seemed to want to say something, but Fudge had already pushed the crowd away and ran out quickly, his facial features twisted together, just like a fat pig weighing more than 600 pounds.

“The Ministry of Magic is destroyed!”

When he screamed, he was as miserable as a pig being slaughtered.

“I was really crazy to agree to let you use the Ministry of Magic as the venue for the game–” He didn’t dare to look at Cyrus and Grindelwald, but he had the courage to point at Dumbledore’s forehead and scold him, “Dumbledore, look at what the Ministry of Magic has become?”

He raised his head, and the sun in the London sky fell straight into this huge pit.

“Cornelly, the most important thing now is Voldemort–”

“Don’t mention that name!” Fudge yelled, “There is no You-Know-Who!” His small eyes widened, “Don’t think I don’t know! You-Know-Who is just an excuse for you to get away with it! I didn’t see a hair of You-Know-Who!”

“Look at what you have done!”

“You blew up all the magic! You destroyed so many unresolved magics in the Department of Mysteries, and there is not even a grain of sand left in the Hall of Time! And this–” He pointed hard at the top of his head, which had become hollow, “Two black dragons are fighting non-stop in the sky of London. Do you think those Muggles are blind?! Do you know how many people witnessed this battle?!”

Fudge was still pointing at Dumbledore’s forehead and outputting. Cyrus had seen that Grindelwald’s expression became more and more angry, but he held back and didn’t do it.

“Do you know how many Dementors and other magical creatures that were originally used as checkpoints in the Ministry of Magic ran out and were witnessed?!

“This is simply a disaster! How do you want me to face the International Confederation of Wizards——”

“Excuse me,” Dumbledore finally interrupted, “I am the chief wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards. In addition, the vice president is here too!”

Dumbledore looked at Babajid.

The old wizard immediately understood, walked out of the crowd, and whispered: “Don’t worry, Mr. Fudge, the International Confederation of Wizards will help deal with this accident. In addition, Mr. Newt Scamander brought the Winged Demons, whose magic can make Muggles forget everything.”

Now that the conversation has come to this, Fudge naturally has nothing to say.

And throughout the whole process, Cyrus just sneered and watched the show.

Fudge didn’t dare to point the spearhead at himself, but he dared to lose his temper with Dumbledore. Because Cyrus and Grindelwald would not tolerate his rudeness, it seems that good people deserve to be pointed at by guns.

As for Voldemort, Dumbledore wanted to emphasize to Fudge several times that the other party had returned, but Fudge evaded it.

Cyrus didn’t understand whether he really felt that so many people were deceiving him, or he simply wanted to be an ostrich and ended up deceiving himself.

These were not what he cared about most.

Now, Cyrus wanted to solve Grindelwald instead of Voldemort.

If it weren’t for this old guy turning against him at the last minute, perhaps the three of them, no, even if there was only one more Dumbledore, could completely kill Voldemort again. But it was because of Grindelwald’s disruption that they missed the opportunity.

Not only Cyrus, but even Dumbledore was angry about this.

The relationship between the two of them had finally eased after the Christmas party, but now it has reached a freezing point again.

“Albus, things have actually developed to this point. The third game…” Babajid asked with some concerns.

He saw the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and was willing to believe that Voldemort had returned. Although the latter did not cause a stir in the world like Grindelwald, he was an enemy that Dumbledore could not solve after all, so it goes without saying how strong he is.

Two demon kings are here, and there is also Cyrus of Ilvermorny, which makes people confused. Babajid is a little worried about Dumbledore.

“The third game continues.” Dumbledore did not terminate the tournament because of this incident. On the contrary, he hopes to use the tournament to completely solve the future troubles!

Whether it is Voldemort or Grindelwald, he doesn’t want to see anyone threatening the world again.

Many people feel very worried about Dumbledore’s decision. However, Fudge agrees with this proposal very much.

In his opinion, since Dumbledore continued to compete, it meant that the matter was not as serious as he said. He could use this as an excuse to say that the return of the mysterious man was just a rumor. Otherwise, why would Dumbledore continue the competition?

Unless his mind was confused.

But if his mind was confused, how could his words be trusted?

The Ministry of Magic needed to be rebuilt, and the deadline for the third game might not be held immediately in the short term. Cyrus handed Grindelwald to Dumbledore, thinking about Voldemort in his mind, and left the ruins of the Ministry of Magic.

At the same time, no one noticed that in the Death Hall, the broken arch suddenly seemed to have a huge wind, and the black curtains wrapped around the door frame fluttered from the inside of the door to the outside, as if something had walked out of it.

And this might not be an illusion.

The invisible body passed through the arch and left a row of distinct footprints on the steps covered with the blood of the basilisk.

——

“Boom!”

Voldemort fell into the huge fountain in the center of Beauxbatons School of Magic.

The flowing spring water healed his wounds.

The skin on Voldemort’s back that was pierced by the curse formed a scab, and then fell off like charcoal, revealing new and tender skin.

However, on his chest, where Gryffindor’s sword cut him, a purple and festering scar was left. No matter how the flesh there closed again and again, the connection would immediately rot and stink…

“The poison of the basilisk…”

Voldemort quickly realized that although summoning the basilisk to block the attack for him saved his life, Gryffindor’s sword gained the power of the basilisk’s venom after killing the basilisk, which cursed him instead.

Of course, this was not a big deal.

He stood up from the spring, and the water splashed down from his body.

The students of Beauxbatons who passed by looked at him in surprise. Many people were very angry that Voldemort had polluted their spring water, but no one dared to approach because of Voldemort’s momentum.

Fortunately, after a while, Barty Jr. had gone through several trips and arrived by Apparition.

He helped Voldemort to the principal’s office, and Voldemort sat weakly on the chair.

“Congratulations, Master, you are finally resurrected!”

“You did a good job, Barty Jr..” Voldemort looked at his most loyal servant and generously encouraged him.

He really thought Barty Jr. did a good job and successfully let Grindelwald hold Dumbledore. It’s a pity that the old wand was not very powerful, and he didn’t kill Cyrus.

“I believe that soon the impostor and Dumbledore will die in your hands!”

“No, you are wrong, Barty Jr..” Voldemort shook his head, “Cyrus is very powerful. Even now, it is difficult for me to guarantee that my magic power can surpass him. I could have won, but unfortunately…”

As he spoke, he looked at the wand in his hand, and the anger in his heart even made him want to tear it apart completely for a moment!

But Voldemort didn’t do it after all.

Temporarily losing the ownership of the Elder Wand is nothing, but if he really loses the Elder Wand, then he will have no fun.

“I need you to find another wand for me. I heard that the wands made by Gregorovitch are usually very powerful.” Voldemort said softly.

Even if Voldemort was unwilling to agree with Ollivander’s so-called view that wands choose wizards, he had to admit that many wands did seem to be “alive”, but that was only limited to a few wands.

For ordinary wands, he can completely defeat them with his own magic power!

“I’ll go immediately.”

Little Barty nodded and said.

“One more thing, go find Snape and ask him to make a potion for me to break the basilisk’s poison.”

Little Barty nodded. He had almost reached the door. Then he seemed to remember something again. He raised his head and said, “Master, Dumbledore has not stopped the Goblet of Fire. Do we need to participate in the third game?”

Voldemort originally participated in the Goblet of Fire in order to resurrect and get rid of Cyrus, but now, his goal has only been half achieved. Although he has been resurrected, killing Cyrus is not that easy.

Especially during the competition, Dumbledore and Cyrus were almost walking together, and it was even harder to kill them.

“Of course, I will participate in person!”

Voldemort stood up and said.

“But your body…”

“Someone has to attract attention for you so that you can have the opportunity to gather troops.” Voldemort said slowly, “We have to prepare for war!”

——

Hogwarts.

Cyrus put aside those annoying and noisy things and sat alone in Ilvermorny’s carriage.

His magical power is now known to the world.

Magical drones captured the moment he defeated Grindelwald, and countless people saw the giant black dragon fighting over London. At least in terms of strength, the entire wizarding world will soon place Cyrus on the same level as Dumbledore, or even higher.

But what he was thinking about now was how could Voldemort leave honestly.

Afraid of Aurors?

Of course it’s impossible!

There is probably only one explanation, and that is that the Elder Wand no longer obeys his command.

“That wand belongs to me?” He pinched his chin and thought, but in fact he didn’t really care about the Elder Wand Cyrus.

It can be seen from the battle with Voldemort that the Elder Wand is powerful, but something that cannot be truly controlled is ultimately flawed. Cyrus didn’t want to be tricked suddenly one day.

“But this way, I have already mastered two of the three Deathly Hallows, and only…”

Cyrus was thinking when he suddenly heard Harry’s voice: “Cyrus!”

He looked up and saw a head popping up out of thin air.

“Harry, why are you here?”

“I’ll give you my cloak!” Harry took off his cloak and handed the last Deathly Hallows to Cyrus.