Chapter 137 Cyrus: Only Losers Are Called Black Devils

Chapter 137 Cyrus: Only losers are called the Dark Lord

"Come out, Tom Riddle, or, what do you call yourself now: Cyrus?"

Voldemort's voice was hoarse, he spoke softly, but his voice spread to every corner, as if whispering.

There was no other movement in the flames, which made him slightly dissatisfied. But Voldemort was not angry, anger was reserved for lowly servants and dirty mudbloods, and he would be much more tolerant of someone who might be himself.

His ten fingers were flexibly intertwined, his back against the exit of the vault, revealing rich emotions. It was as if he was coming to meet an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Tom Riddle is the murderer who has committed terrorist attacks in Hogwarts throughout this school year. He opened the legendary Chamber of Secrets..." Voldemort read softly the article published in the newspaper.

"When I saw this news, do you know how surprised I was? I was in the dark jungle of Albania, possessed by those humble snakes and rats. But at this time, another person with my name was stirring up trouble in Hogwarts and got free.

"I am very curious - and eager to know who you are."

The facial features of the young wizard changed, turning into a gray snake-like face. Of course, unlike the resurrected Voldemort in the original book, he now at least looks like he still has a nose.

"Come on, let me see who you are? Come in front of me, don't be shy. "

His tone was very tolerant, like a teacher who had enough patience to tolerate the children's mistakes.

At this time, the flames burning in the secret vault suddenly changed color. It was no longer as red as dragon fire, but turned into a dark blue.

Like the endless bluebells in the wilderness, swaying like waves in the whistling wind.

They seemed to be alive, and took the initiative to make way, revealing a flat open space. Cyrus was standing there with a cold face, looking at the man whose name could not be mentioned across the fire.

The two looked at each other, and Voldemort was immediately stunned.

He almost forgot that he was so handsome before.

After a while, he slowly spoke:

"I have to say that dyeing a little gold on the ends of your hair really suits you. If I had done the same thing back then, it would have been easier to get the gold cup and pendant. "

"I'm not going to tell you these old stories. Neither you nor I are the kind of people who like to reminisce about the past, right? "Cyrus was very calm at this moment.

He had not expected to meet Voldemort here, but he did not feel any fear.

A Voldemort who was holding someone else's body was obviously not in a complete state.

Of course, Cyrus himself had only been resurrected not long ago, and his current magic level was far inferior to Voldemort's peak period. Otherwise, he would not be so eager to pursue the power of ancient magic.

If he had a conflict with Voldemort at this moment, the outcome might be hard to say.

What's more, the other party was using a body that could be replaced at any time, while his own body was resurrected with great difficulty. Cyrus had no need to fight Voldemort to death. Even if he won, there would be no benefit.

But if the other party took the initiative to come to the door, that would be another matter.

"You are wrong. In some ways, I care a lot about some old things. For example, I want to know now, what happened to the diary I left behind? "Voldemort's face turned cold and his voice became more fierce.

"Interesting question," Cyrus imitated Voldemort's tone.

This is not difficult. Voldemort's essence is calm madness. Calmness is just his disguise, and madness is his true inner self.

The moment Cyrus appeared in front of Voldemort, he had already thought about what he was going to say.

He held the exquisite wand in his right hand, alert to the possible battle at any time. But on the surface, he just elegantly passed it in front of him, as if to show himself:

"Right in front of you! "

At this moment, it seemed that even time was quiet.

For a long time, neither of them spoke or moved, and they were deadlocked like wooden men. Although their wands were not pointed at each other, the air was full of gunpowder.

No one could tell whether it was communication or fighting.

Cyrus was of course nervous, because he was facing the most powerful dark wizard at the same level as Dumbledore. But he was not afraid.

And he soon realized that Voldemort was not as confident as him, and the other party also had concerns.

Whether Voldemort was worried about his current lack of strength, or was unsure whether Cyrus still had the characteristics of a Horcrux at the moment, and did not dare to act easily, this was good news for Cyrus.

'I should be able to take the initiative?' Cyrus couldn't help thinking.

He didn't like being led by the nose by others.

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me. "

After making up his mind, he immediately launched a verbal offensive. This move is called preemptive strike, and the main purpose is to make Voldemort fall into doubt.

Voldemort was indeed stunned.

"What do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? You lost to a child, twice!" Cyrus looked at him coldly, as if Voldemort had humiliated him.

"That night twelve years ago, the arrogant Dark Lord lost to a one-year-old baby. How ridiculous, what do you think?" Cyrus asked softly. He always kept a distance from Voldemort. The two looked at each other from a distance, and he saw Voldemort's twisted face in the firelight.

"You've been living like this since then? You're just a pathetic person."

"This is false!" Voldemort retorted angrily, "It has nothing to do with Harry Potter at all. I lost to Lily Potter's ancient magic. If it weren't for that magic, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! "

"We all thought you were probably dead." Cyrus continued, the "we" in his mouth referring to the Horcruxes. "After that night, I couldn't sense your existence, so I tried my best to revive you. , continue our great work. Fortunately, Lucius is still obedient."

Cyrus's words were to help Malfoy excuse himself. After all, his resurrection was indispensable without the help of Lucius. He was not the kind of person who would burn bridges by crossing rivers.

"Lucius, ah, yes, he is a good servant." Voldemort sighed with emotion.

Although it is said that the truly loyal Death Eaters are all in Azkaban, in fact, there are many people like Lucius who excuse themselves. At least Lucius Malfoy does not rely on betraying others like Karkaroff. of being a Death Eater.

"But now, you see, I am not dead. I think you know best. No one has gone further than us on the road to eternal life!" Voldemort couldn't help but feel that every time he mentioned this matter Pride and pride.

He made an unprecedented number of Horcruxes just so that he could make a comeback at any time.

Although the Horcrux in front of him seemed to be a little out of his control, in his opinion it was harmless.

He believed that he would be the person who understood him best, and if he could join forces with him, he would no longer have to be afraid of Dumbledore.

Then Voldemort changed his tone, revealing snake-like greed in his words:

"It's different now, isn't it?"

"It is indeed different. You are weaker than before." Cyrus said sarcastically.

He mercilessly uncovered Voldemort's scars, which made Voldemort feel the bloody humiliation.

"No, I mean, we can cooperate!" Voldemort's snake eyes flickered, "I have to admit that none of us will be Dumbledore's opponent, but what if the two of us unite? There will never be anyone closer than us in this world, we are the same person!

"Killing Dumbledore is not a problem at all. Not to mention that we have now found ancient magic-"

The more Voldemort talked, the more excited he became. It seemed that he would conquer Hogwarts and rule the entire UK, Europe and even the whole world.

But Cyrus interrupted his impassioned reverie.

"We? Sorry, you made a mistake, it was me. And only me!" Cyrus said indifferently.

The blue flame that stretched between the two seemed to draw a clear line between them.

Hearing this, Voldemort's expression also turned cold, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, as if there was a blood-red river flowing. He stared at Cyrus with his erect pupils for several seconds before speaking in a low voice:

"Are you trying to replace me?"

Cyrus could see that as long as he showed the slightest hint of such an intention, Voldemort would kill him mercilessly.

But now he is not afraid.

"Replace you? I have no interest in replacing a loser." Cyrus said lightly, "But I have to remind you that after you were defeated by that boy, you hid in the dark jungle of Albania. This happened to many people. I heard it. Dumbledore happened to know this."

"You don't need to remind me, this is the news I deliberately released. I thought I could wait for a few loyal servants to come and help me resurrect, but, huh..."

Voldemort did not continue to dwell on the topic of whether the Death Eaters were loyal, and continued: "Dumbledore did come to Albania to find me several times. He wanted to kill me completely, but he could not succeed! He didn't take advantage of me at all. Way! As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, I will be immortal!

"But you are different. You were resurrected from the Horcrux. It can even be said that you may be the Horcrux itself. You can be destroyed." Voldemort tempted, "Come on, come back to me through the flames. In this way, you There will be no more death threats.”

"Really? Then have you ever thought about it, you stayed in that stinky sewer for ten years without waiting for a servant, why in the year when the boy was about to go to Hogwarts, a man who was about to serve as a black magician Why did the wizard who taught the defense class go to Albania by coincidence?

"Have you ever thought about who reached your ears with the news that the Philosopher's Stone can revive you?

"Have you ever wondered why my escape from Azkaban spread across such a long distance to Albaria? Who wanted you to know this news?

"Who is it that sent the dark wizard in front of you and made him your container?"

The more Cyrus spoke, the uglier Voldemort's face became.

He now began to realize a terrible fact——

And Cyrus helped him tell the truth that he didn't dare to face.

"It's Dumbledore!"

"You are not so stupid. I thought that making so many Horcruxes had made your mind unclear." Cyrus laughed. "He wanted to verify whether the prophecy between the Dark Lord and the child was true. He wanted to see if Lily Potter's magic was still effective. Now, he wanted to see what the two Voldemorts would react when they met, so you can stand in front of me, understand?"

Cyrus' words made Voldemort feel suffocated.

Voldemort had always lived in the shadow of Dumbledore. He was the only person he was afraid of.

Now, there was someone - this person might be himself to a large extent - telling him that everything he had was controlled by Dumbledore. If Dumbledore let him live, he would live. If Dumbledore let him hide in Albania, he could only rely on dirty beasts to survive.

Of course, he was not scared by Dumbledore.

Horcruxes were his confidence. As long as Dumbledore could not destroy all his Horcruxes, he would not die.

As long as he did not die, he could always survive that old guy.

Moreover, now with Cyrus, the two of them can definitely join forces. He can't beat Dumbledore alone, so how can he beat two of them?

"I think he must think that we are narrow-minded and can't tolerate each other, and he hopes to see us kill each other." Voldemort laughed, "But he is wrong, I can't do anything to my own Horcrux."

But Cyrus didn't laugh.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem.

After crossing, he did merge with Voldemort's small and incomplete soul.

Maybe he is indeed Voldemort's humanoid Horcrux like Harry.

After Voldemort was defeated by the magic of love, the connection between him and the previous Horcruxes was cut off, so that Cyrus had never considered this issue before.

But now, he may have to face it.

He doesn't want an extreme person like Voldemort to live, and he doesn't want to use his own death to exchange Voldemort's death.

"If that's what he wants, then we can't do what he wants!" Voldemort said seriously, "and once we join forces, Dumbledore won't be a concern."

Cyrus came out of his worries. It was useless to think too much now. The most urgent thing was to solve the troubles at hand.

As for the alliance mentioned by Voldemort, he didn't hold out hope. If the two of them could join forces, could Dumbledore not find helpers? There was another wizard in Nurmengard who had been a widow for half a century!

Although Grindelwald was also a dangerous person, he was completely different from a madman like Voldemort. If Dumbledore really felt that the situation had reached an irreversible point, Cyrus was not sure whether he would seek Grindelwald's help.

At that time, even if he joined forces with Voldemort, he would not have any advantage.

Grindelwald himself was a wizard who was not inferior to Dumbledore. The few of them could almost be said to be at the same level, and even if there was a gap, it would not be very big. Moreover, Dumbledore has the Elder Wand and the Order of the Phoenix who are willing to sacrifice their lives for noble causes, and Grindelwald has a loyal witch party.

These are not comparable to those good-for-nothing Death Eaters.

In short, Cyrus is not optimistic about joining forces with Voldemort.

What's more, he and Voldemort are not the same kind of people.

He doesn't care about Voldemort's life or death, and there is no need to fight Dumbledore.

What's the benefit for him to fight against the greatest wizard of this century?

Cyrus just wants to get ancient magic and become stronger.

"Come on, come here. We are the same person, and we are closer to each other than brothers." Voldemort was still waving at him, "We are born to master power, and we can become the Dark Lord who brings fear!"

"I have no interest in bringing fear to others. What's more-" Cyrus shook his head and looked at Voldemort with contempt.

"Only losers can be called the Dark Lord!"

Two-in-one today

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