Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 259

c259 The identity of the God of Death

Go meet the god of death.

Grindelwald stood in the cemetery, and the tombstones stood like a white jungle.

The two most powerful wizards in the world stood together and planned to fight together. The thing that claimed to be the god of death probably had only one way to go, death.

Cyrus walked through the residences of the dead who were sleeping forever. He seemed to have really crossed over death and walked to Grindelwald’s side. They walked side by side. Although the figures of the two people were a little thin, they had the power that even gods feared!

‘I hope Dumbledore won’t be jealous. ‘ Cyrus thought to himself.

They left the cemetery together.

“You shouldn’t let that child leave.” Grindelwald said, of course he was referring to Harry.

“He is the true master of death, the only person who has possessed three Deathly Hallows at the same time, and the only person who has returned from death. Death will fear him, and he may be the key to victory.”

“Harry’s mission is to defeat Voldemort, not to defeat Death.” Cyrus said, “He is just a student, a child, and he has done enough. We should not put everything on his shoulders and let him take risks.”

“This is the difference between you, me and Dumbledore.” Grindelwald said.

If it were him, he would not care how old Harry is, what his identity is, or what kind of danger he has to face. As long as he can win, even the sacrifice is worth it. If it were Dumbledore, he would be more tactful. He would first train the child, but in the end he would still give the other party the right to choose.

But Cyrus chose to take it on himself.

“Harry may be the master of death, but our enemy may not be the God of Death.” Cyrus said.

The so-called God of Death has not appeared since he killed Dumbledore, but Cyrus and Grindelwald are not without speculation about his whereabouts.

In the legendary story, the god of death and the three Peverell brothers are always inseparable.

Godric’s Hollow is the hometown of the three brothers, and their descendants have been living in Godric’s Hollow from generation to generation. If the man who killed Dumbledore is really the god of death, then he may come back here.

Of course, the result was beyond their expectations. Godric’s Hollow was as peaceful as any ordinary day. The shadow of death did not cover this place.

“You are right, he is not the god of death at all.” Grindelwald said sarcastically.

Cyrus noticed that one of his eyes was shining brightly in the dark night, even more beautiful than the moon in the sky.

Obviously, Grindelwald was using the magic eye to try to find the location of the guy who pretended to be the god of death.

His magic power can be said to be unprecedentedly powerful, and the terrible breath formed a barrier, wrapping him like a bloody flame!

Needless to say, Grindelwald must have forcibly integrated the legacy left by Morgana into his body. However, this was not the part that Cyrus had lent to Harry before, but the power that Voldemort brought back from the past time and space.

This magic power strengthened Grindelwald’s power, making his magic power reach an unprecedented level, almost the same as Cyrus.

But the hidden dangers were also huge.

Morgana’s legacy contained countless negative emotions, and even the most powerful dark magic master could not use it without burden. The reason why Cyrus could offset this part of the side effects was because his soul was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Even Voldemort could control this magic power because he devoured his own soul in several time and space, so he was able to avoid being backfired.

But Grindelwald was different.

His soul was just an ordinary person’s soul, and there was nothing special about it compared to Cyrus and Voldemort.

If he was not careful, Morgana’s power would destroy him!

But Cyrus did not say a word of admonition.

He knew that those words would not work, and Grindelwald had already made up his mind to die at the moment of Dumbledore’s death. Now the only motivation that supports him to live is revenge!

Death?

What’s so scary about that?

It’s just the destruction of the body.

Under the gaze of the huge magical power, even the trajectory of fate is invisible in Grindelwald’s magic eyes!

The intertwined silver threads weave into a huge web of fate – at this moment, he can glimpse the shadow of the gods, the towering gray-white tower, the tombstones erected like a wilderness, darkness and death come again… Ghosts are floating!

Soon, the magic around Grindelwald faded like a tide.

He seemed very tired, and his spirit suddenly became weak, but the murderous intent and anger in his eyes became more intense!

“He is in Azkaban.” He said.

Without saying anything, Cyrus just nodded seriously, and then the two of them disappeared at the same time.

There was only an echo in the air.

North of the North Sea, Azkaban.

It was as dark as usual, like an abyss with no bottom. The light from the world could not reach here, and the thick dark clouds seemed to be like spilled ink.

Dementors were floating in the air like ghosts. They were not as disorderly as before, but gathered together in fear, as if a terrible monster was controlling them.

It was obvious who it was.

Cyrus once again stepped on this gray land. Azkaban, which was about to be in November, was very cold. The splashing sea water was like ice foam, making people shrink their necks.

Of course, Cyrus and Grindelwald were unaware of the cold. Their abilities had long made them immune to cold and heat.

“He is the king here.” Grindelwald noticed the abnormal behavior of the Dementors, and also noticed the “Death” who stood on the tower and sacrificed the lives of all the prisoners in Azkaban.

“Death” obviously noticed them.

He waved the old wand in his hand, but did not cast any spells. He just sounded an attack horn. The next moment, the Dementors in the sky pressed over like locusts!

In just a moment, the cold air froze the entire sea!

Cyrus and Grindelwald were like a single person who broke into the storm in the Antarctic winter. The biting cold wind cut their skin. The wind was like a blade, and even the reefs on the coast were chopped and changed into a shape.

“It seems we have to deal with these things first.” Cyrus said.

He and Grindelwald looked at each other, and the next moment, Cyrus turned into a golden thunderbird!

The moment the thunderbird spread its wings and cried, the golden lightning had already struck out!

“Boom!!!”

The lightning instantly turned a large area of ​​Dementors into charcoal – Cyrus had already mastered ancient magic, and the silver patronus combined with his Imagomagus was most useful for dealing with these things that were not allowed to see the light!

Grindelwald was not willing to lag behind.

If it were before, he might not have been able to do anything with these things, but after using Morgana’s power, it was different.

Morgana’s magical legacy came from dark emotions, and it just so happened that Dementors were one of the darkest things in the world. They were born from the huge pain and hatred generated at the moment when Muggles were tortured to death. They longed for beautiful things and fed on happiness and joy to fill their empty hearts.

Now, Grindelwald dealt with them in a completely opposite way.

Unlike the patronus, he directly released a more terrifying evil spirit. After the black and red dragon was released from hell, it immediately stretched out its claws to grab the Dementors – it caught them like crazy, and even fed on Dementors!

Preying on despair with deeper despair!

This terrible posture, even Cyrus couldn’t help but look at it sideways.

It seems that Grindelwald is really crazy, otherwise no rational person would do such a thing. You know, every Dementor is born from a helpless soul in the desperate cry of death.

Once such terrible despair becomes food, the monster born is difficult to control.

In other words, once Grindelwald loses control, the power of the black dragon will immediately erode him, he will become the dirtiest thing in the world and sink completely, even his soul will not be left.

It seems that he really intends to sacrifice himself completely to kill the murderer!

At this moment, the black dragon and the golden giant surrounded the gray-white tower, and the tower body seemed to be made of bones. The man holding the old wand looked exactly like Cyrus – no, the man’s appearance had changed. Time seemed to have taken away a thousand years from his body in an instant. His cheeks were sunken and his body was hunched.

“Welcome, my sacrifice.” He was obviously very happy when he saw Cyrus and Grindelwald appear, as if he saw the prey walking into the trap by itself.

“You, and you,” he pointed at Cyrus and Grindelwald, “Your souls belong to me!” He opened his arms and shouted loudly, “Belong to the great god of death!”

“And your life belongs to me!” Grindelwald said fiercely.

Then, this tragic battle started completely!

Neither Cyrus nor Grindelwald planned to say anything more to the man who called himself “the god of death”. If he was not the god of death, there would be nothing to say. If he was the god of death, there would be no need to say more.

Grindelwald immediately fired a spell. Now, the battle between them might not be a killing curse, but each spell carried great power, and could be said to be fatal!

Cyrus’s lightning pierced through the ice sea, and he turned back into human form. The snakewood wand was almost overloaded by the magic power he continuously released!

The wand was wailing!

But he had no time to care, and could only keep fighting!

He conjured up a flame, and the raging fire almost dried up the coast near Azkaban. The scorching steam gushed into the low sky and turned into boiling hot rain.

Grindelwald once again recalled the black dragon to his body. His old body could not support his high-intensity battle, and only the magic power could keep him going!

The black dragon didn’t know how many Dementors it had devoured, so much so that it couldn’t even digest them. On its body, countless faceless faces struggled to escape from its body. On its black wings, countless eerie white bone arms stretched out, like corpses trapped in a swamp and unable to escape!

Only the “God of Death” had nothing but the invincible old wand.

But even so, he was evenly matched with Cyrus and Grindelwald. He raised his arm slightly, and the towering white tower rose from the ground, smashing towards Grindelwald and Cyrus like a thrown rock spear!

“Split into pieces!”

Grindelwald did not recite a spell, he just looked at him and smashed the dozens of meters high white tower into powder, and it flew into ashes the moment it fell.

Now, the prison of Azkaban no longer exists.

Then, Cyrus inserted the wand into the rock and soil of the Azkaban island. The next moment, the island seemed to come alive. It surged with its body and turned into a standing monster, trying to destroy the tiny ” “Death” pulled him into the boundless hell!

But the “God of Death” is the God of Death after all. He just touched it lightly with the Elder Wand, and the monster transformed by the island completely lost its vitality.

Even the island itself has disappeared.

It turned into pieces of black debris and sank into the sea, being carried away by the turbulent ocean currents.

The space called Azkaban no longer existed. “Death” stood in the air, looking down at Cyrus and Grindelwald who were also standing in the air.

“It’s sad, do you think you will be my opponent?” he said, his eyes full of pity.

“What’s impossible?” Cyrus asked back. He was wrapped in magic power and slowly flew to the same height as the other party. “You say you are the God of Death? But in my opinion, there is nothing special about you. ”

Cyrus’s words were filled with contempt.

“In the name of the God of Death, but every move is so pathetic.”

Sneak attack on Dumbledore is just one of them. After killing Dumbledore, the man in front of him also took away the Elder Wand. Obviously, the other party is not confident in his own power at all, otherwise he would not do this.

You know, if the God of Death really exists, the so-called Elder Wand is just a branch that he breaks off casually. Do gods care about this kind of thing?

“You think you are powerful, but in fact you are strong on the outside and weak on the inside. You are afraid of being defeated by us -” Cyrus said, “Furthermore, you think you are using the name of Death to control Voldemort’s body. I don’t know who you are. Yet?”

“What?” The so-called “God of Death” was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard what Cyrus said, with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

“You said you knew my identity?” he asked.

Not to mention him, even Grindelwald was stunned for a moment.

“You are as miserable as Voldemort,” said Cyrus. “There is no room for two souls in that body, is it, despicable Herbo?”