Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 244

c244 The third elder wand

We must tell the Dark Lord about this!

At this moment, Barty’s mind was full of thoughts.

He looked around and found himself surrounded.

Not to mention the Hogwarts professors such as McGonagall, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic also cleverly surrounded them, the Death Eaters. Not to mention the wizards of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Durmstrang, and the International Confederation of Wizards… Now, he just glanced around and immediately met Bella’s provocative eyes.

This woman is waiting for them to take action!

Even though the Death Eaters have now completely controlled the French Ministry of Magic, they are actually far behind in terms of military strength.

The fact that the power of the Dark Lord could cause such great turmoil in the UK more than a decade ago was also related to the fact that no one in the world was willing to lend a helping hand to the UK.

The situation is very different now.

Trapped in the audience and unable to move, Barty knew that if he really took action, all the Death Eaters would probably be solved in an instant.

In fact, the Death Eaters are already unprecedentedly powerful, but so are their enemies.

He cannot act rashly, but someone can – Severus Snape.

From the beginning to now, Snape has disappeared. Little Barty is not sure whether the Dark Lord has made plans for him, or whether he just dares not to appear here because of yesterday’s attack. This is not surprising. Snape’s betrayal is very hateful. I am afraid that he will be attacked as soon as he shows up.

But where did he go?

Little Barty didn’t know, he could only worry.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still firing powerful spells around, pretending to be fighting fiercely.

They looked very harmonious, but it was just an appearance.

In fact, the two were still fighting verbally.

“I think we should have deceived him.” Dumbledore said.

“Maybe.” Grindelwald did not comment. Compared to this, he wanted to know whether the words Dumbledore said not long ago were from the heart.

Of course, maybe he didn’t need to ask, he already knew the result. Although Dumbledore seemed to get along well with him at the moment, in fact, the rift between them was thousands of miles apart. Dumbledore compromised only for the greater good.

“But I remind you, Albus,” he said heartbrokenly and kindly, “Although the mysterious man is very dangerous, so is Cyrus. He will kill you, I saw it.”

“Thank you very much, Grindelwald.”

Dumbledore just smiled in response. He seemed to be indifferent to it, but the fact was the opposite.

“I don’t think Cyrus will kill me.” He said, “He may try to defeat me, which is not too difficult for him, but I don’t think he will kill me. Are you sure that the person you saw must be him?”

You know, Voldemort now has a face similar to Cyrus.

With the other party’s superb magic power, it is not so easy to see through if he wants to perform human transformation.

He suspected that the person Grindelwald saw was not Cyrus, but Voldemort.

He didn’t care about his own life or death, but what worried him was that this might mean that their plan might not succeed.

But Grindelwald didn’t think so.

“Do you think my magic eyes can’t see through that person’s transfiguration?” he asked back.

Grindelwald has a pair of unparalleled magic eyes, which are just like Odin’s eyes, allowing him to see the past and the future. Even Moody’s magic eyes can see through the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows. With Grindelwald’s powerful magic and these eyes, nothing in the world can hide.

If it is really Cyrus, Dumbledore will be relieved.

“Death is not a terrible thing.” He said.

He even looked a little happy.

This world is a huge cage for him. As long as he is alive, Dumbledore can only suffer – for his love, past, regret and responsibility… What’s more, if he dies, maybe he will really have a chance to say sorry to Ariana.

“This is just a great adventure!” He said with expectation.

“You and I both know that this is just a lie.” Grindelwald ruthlessly broke his fantasy. There are ghosts in the magic world, but the existence of ghosts does not mean that they retain everything of the dead. In fact, the existence of ghosts is more like a group of memories. They are not real souls, but a pathetic shadow trapped in the world left by cowards who are unwilling to give up reality and afraid of death.

Not to mention, Dumbledore’s sister did not even become a ghost.

She is an Obscure, and generally speaking, Obscure people find it difficult to use magic.

The magic of such people is more like the nourishment of Obscure.

Whether the world after death is real, even wizards cannot determine.

In fact, Grindelwald and Dumbledore both think it is false. Just like the legend of the Deathly Hallows – is there really a god of death in this world?

I’m afraid not. Both of them think that it is just a story, and the so-called three holy artifacts are just powerful magic tools made by the three brothers. As for the world after death, what is left except endless sleep?

Perhaps with their magic power, they can let their thoughts stay in this world for a short time, but it is not a real existence after all.

It was just a lie, a comfort to myself and others.

As people always say: “Tomorrow will be better”, no one can guarantee it.

“Even if it’s just a deep sleep, that’s what I need.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

Grindelwald seemed to want to say something else, but Dumbledore changed the subject before he could.

“Okay, it’s time for us to take action and act according to the plan.” Dumbledore put away his wand and glanced at the ceiling. Across several floors of space, the sound of exploding spells could be heard.

Harry Potter was losing ground.

Voldemort raised his wand high, strode like lightning, and cast spells like lightning.

His movements became more and more flamboyant, and his large robes fluttered in the wind, like the wings of a big bird spreading out.

He is majestic, and every time he strikes, he carries irresistible power!

Harry was no match for him. He was unable to resist, so he could only keep dodging while maintaining a decent appearance.

But Voldemort had no doubts.

In fact, with the blessing of multiple magic powers and sacred weapons, Harry’s magical power has almost reached a level close to that of Cyrus. Just the magical inheritance of Morgana given to him by Cyrus is enough to make Harry’s magic power comparable to that of Grindelwald.

And he also has the blessing of three Deathly Hallows. Although Voldemort’s magical power is stronger than Harry’s, surprisingly, every time his spell tries to hit Harry, it either weakens in power or rubs against him. Passing by.

This is the magic of the invisibility cloak.

The seemingly ordinary invisibility cloak has the magical power to evade death according to legend.

The power it possesses is not only to hide, but more importantly, to protect!

But Voldemort didn’t realize this. In fact, he thought it was natural for Harry to escape his magic because he thought Harry was Cyrus. This level was nothing to Cyrus. He even felt that Harry was not doing well enough and could not compare to what he did in the Department of Mysteries.

“Don’t tell me that’s all you have, Cyrus!” Voldemort shouted.

While shouting, he is also launching an attack!

“boom!!!”

The curse flew out like a poisonous snake, trying to give Harry a fatal blow.

“ah!”

Harry gritted his teeth and intercepted the spell. He still felt exhausted. Every attack from Voldemort was like a heavy hammer hitting him. If this continued, even though he was made of steel and iron, The copper bells will be shattered due to metal fatigue over time.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Voldemort’s spell hit him like a whip.

“Snapped!”

The spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards and fell to the ground.

A look of confusion finally appeared on Voldemort’s face.

“What are you doing, Cyrus? How can you be so weak?” he asked in confusion. There was even a hint of anger in his tone, as if a weak Cyrus was an insult to him.

Of course he could think so, not only because he believed that Cyrus was born from his soul, but also because Cyrus had defeated him several times and destroyed his body, forcing him to take desperate measures and reverse the situation. Time to take back the Horcrux.

He had prepared so much to defeat Cyrus, but the victory at this moment was not worthy of it.

It’s too easy.

Voldemort couldn’t help but want to ask who this Cyrus was in front of him.

But as soon as the idea came to his mind, he gave up the idea.

Besides Cyrus, who else is qualified to stand in front of him?

Although the magic power of Cyrus in front of him was much weaker than he expected, it was not comparable to that of others.

There is only one explanation——

“Are you a clone?” Voldemort asked.

He immediately thought of the battle in the Department of Mysteries.

Cyrus took advantage of the doppelgänger’s spell to injure him. If not for this, his Elder Wand would not have rebelled at that time.

“Do you think you can use the same move on me twice?” Voldemort asked coldly.

A little trick like that might be smart once, but it looks stupid the second time.

“Okay,” Voldemort walked up to Harry with his head held high. He looked down at him condescendingly, “Don’t let me look down on you, Cyrus, let your clone come out, otherwise I won’t mind at all.” Watch to kill you!”

he threatened.

But Harry was very helpless.

His current strength relies on the blessings of many things. He felt that his current magic power was simply unimaginable, and perhaps something he would never be able to achieve on his own in his lifetime. However, such power seemed insignificant in front of Voldemort. In Voldemort’s opinion, he was completely inferior to Cyrus.

This caused Harry a huge setback in his heart.

He felt more and more that he was no match for Voldemort.

However, his eyes dimmed a bit, and it didn’t matter whether he was his opponent or not.

Anyway, his mission is not to defeat Voldemort, but to die – to let Voldemort kill him himself. He even felt that it would be better not to hold the Elder Wand or to use Cyrus’s magic, so that he might die faster.

Most likely Voldemort would have killed him with just one spell.

Faster than sleep.

So, he simply closed his eyes and made his final mockery to Voldemort at the cost of death.

“There is no clone, Voldemort. You want to kill me even in your dreams, so why don’t you do it right away?”

His strange behavior made Voldemort feel even more strange. The cowardly Dark Lord became alert. He didn’t believe that Cyrus would invite death. There must be some conspiracy.

“What tricks are you playing, Cyrus?” He took a step back without leaving a trace.

Seeing his actions, even Harry couldn’t help shaking his head. At this moment, he really felt that Voldemort was extremely pathetic.

“You are such a cowardly poor wretch!”

But Voldemort ignored him. He turned around quickly and scanned every corner. He believed that there must be some clues around!

“Come out, Cyrus.” He called out to the magical clone of Cyrus who thought he existed.

At this moment, Cyrus, who was watching all this in secret, sighed helplessly. Voldemort’s fear of death simply surprised him. But this did make his plan difficult to carry out. Thinking of this, he weighed it for a moment and chose to show up.

Since Voldemort thought he was a clone, he might as well go with the flow.

“I was going to sneak attack you, Voldemort.”

Cyrus showed up, and interestingly, he also held the Elder Wand in his hand.

Seeing this, Voldemort thought he was right.

“There is no third Elder Wand in this world. Just as I thought, you are indeed a clone.” He said proudly.

Harry’s face showed a different look.

He knew better than anyone whether the Cyrus in front of him was his clone. He didn’t understand why Cyrus suddenly came out, and he didn’t understand where the third Elder Wand in his hand came from. But no matter what, Harry knew one thing–

Since Cyrus said he was his clone at this moment, he’d better not reveal any flaws.

Fortunately, Voldemort had his back to him at this moment, and didn’t see the fleeting surprise on his face.

“These boring tricks won’t work, Cyrus.” Voldemort sneered, and he moved his feet to change himself from being attacked from two sides to a three-way confrontation. Although he still had to fight two alone, Voldemort was not afraid.

He was never afraid of a head-on battle. The only thing he was worried about was that Cyrus and Dumbledore might set up a plan.

“Let me see if you have nothing else to do?”

He sneered.

But Cyrus didn’t say much to him, he attacked directly.

Compared with Harry, Cyrus’s strength is not only his magic power, but also his magical knowledge and combat skills.

As soon as he started, a black snake rushed out.