Chapter 182 Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon (6000)
Voldemort felt a fire burning in his chest, burning his mouth and tongue, and his trachea seemed to be torn apart. )
Cyrus' words were simply a humiliation to Voldemort. What he hated most was the half Muggle blood in his body. In Voldemort's view, this was a shame and a proof of his noble bloodline!
The half Muggle blood was dirty.
It exuded a foul odor!
But now, Cyrus dared to say that there was no difference between him and Muggles?
His anger had burned to the extreme, and it erupted like a volcano.
In an instant, the surging magic power was released from Voldemort's body like a tide, and the magic power pierced out like a blade. Snake scales appeared on Voldemort's wrist, and those scales stood up, stinging like holding a blade against the back!
Cyrus let go of Voldemort's wrist.
"I will make you pay for this, Cyrus!" He said to Cyrus viciously, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if he was spitting out a poisonous curse like mud, blood and evil intertwined!
Cyrus immediately felt that he was enveloped by a strong malice.
The ability of wizards to cast spells is innate. Even without a wand, a young wizard can trigger a strong magic riot under extreme emotions, let alone Voldemort at this moment. When he is awake, he can cast spells without a wand. At this moment, he is so angry that even his words are magical!
In the final analysis, magic is the power to change the world and reality. A powerful wizard can even make his wishes come true!
If Cyrus was just a Muggle without magic at this moment, I am afraid that just this sentence from Voldemort would make him spend the rest of his life in doom.
Unfortunately, Cyrus is another powerful wizard!
"It's useless to be hard-mouthed, Voldemort. The most wrong decision you made today is to get so close to me." Cyrus laughed.
"Master!" Barty Jr. was eager to reinforce, but the old and strong Bulstrode stopped him.
"This is a confrontation between kings, not something you can interfere with, kid!" Bulstrode's hair was gray and his body was very thin. More than ten years of life in Azkaban was still too cruel for an old man.
He was almost unrecognizable, and the madness and darkness in his heart were far more than what he seemed on the surface.
"Idiot! Look who is our real master!" Barty Jr. cursed.
Of course he knew that Bulstrode was actually loyal. Even twelve years ago, this old member of the Death Eaters did not betray. But now, just because a fake appeared, the other party actually turned against him?
It's simply unreasonable!
"You are still young, it's normal that you don't understand." Bulstrode said softly, but his next words made little Barty unable to come back to his senses for a long time, "In fact, the two Dark Lords are the same person, aren't they?"
"What crazy talk are you talking about?"
"Crazy talk? I'm not old and confused," Bulstrode said calmly, "I have been a Death Eater longer than you are, kid, I have seen the Dark Lord when he was young."
Bulstrode fell into a brief memory.
"At that time, the Death Eaters had not yet taken shape. We had another name. Most of the people who were convinced by the power of the Dark Lord gathered around him, like knights guarding the king. But I don't know when it all changed. Let me think - it was after the Dark Lord returned from his study tour and his appearance changed drastically."
The original Death Eaters were called "Wolpes and Knights". At that time, there were not many people in this small group. Everyone gathered around Voldemort for the noble bloodline. They believed in Voldemort's talent and believed that Voldemort would lead them to glory.
But when Voldemort disappeared for a short time and returned, he became much more extreme.
Of course, the general direction has not changed, but gradually, everything has changed. The ideals of the past have long become the banner to cover up Voldemort's reign of terror, and have no effect except to lure some young and hot-headed wizards to join the group of Death Eaters.
Is pure blood noble because of this?
At least Bulstrode does not think that kneeling on the ground like a dog, wagging its tail, and humbly kissing a person's toes is noble.
What once kept them together was the ideal and the admiration for Voldemort, but later only fear remained. How many of those who followed Voldemort at first died under the Aurors, and how many were killed by Voldemort himself?
Bulstrode looked at the Death Eaters who had stopped fighting each other at this moment. Among these people, except for the evil little Barty Crouch in front of him, how many people came here tremblingly on this night just because they were afraid of Voldemort's power?
Barty Crouch listened blankly to these unknown pasts. He never knew these things, and of course he didn't care.
He didn't care about pure blood or honor. He only knew that Voldemort, the great wizard, had a disgusting father like him and killed his father himself.
"This is betrayal! It's disloyalty!"
"When the betrayer is the leader of the organization, loyalty has long been a joke. It's not that I betrayed Black--no,"
Bulstrode paused.
After a while, he finally made up his mind to finish the sentence: "We did not betray Voldemort, but Voldemort betrayed us."
His speaking voice was actually very soft, even a little unclear, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it was as shocking as thunder!
Even Sirius and the others did not dare to call the Dark Lord by his first name, but Bulstrode did.
It is not difficult to understand. In his opinion, there is only one Dark Lord, not Voldemort, but now Cyrus!
"You surprise me, Bulstrode."
Voldemort had calmed down a bit. He seemed to raise his head. His flat face looked like a snake, and his sinister eyes stared at Cyrus. This time he learned the lesson wisely. As soon as he broke away from Cyrus, he immediately distanced himself.
"Heal quickly!"
Voldemort held down the twisted wrist, and in an instant, the blood flowed back, the pulverized flesh regained its vitality, and the bone fragments were spliced together, healing the wound in an instant.
But Cyrus was not worried because Voldemort's wand fell at his feet and he had no time to take it away.
"I really didn't expect you to say such sad words to me, Bulstrode." He didn't seem to care about Cyrus anymore, nor did he care about losing his wand. Instead, he looked at Bulstrode. , it seems that convincing this old "friend" to return to his arms is more important than facing Cyrus, a powerful enemy.
In fact, that was true for Voldemort.
Even now, he felt that he still had a way to deal with Cyrus, but what Bulstrode said would leave a seed of betrayal in the hearts of all Death Eaters.
In addition to Cyrus, Voldemort's enemy was Dumbledore, and he did not want to be left alone.
"Actually, I have never changed, Bulstrode." Voldemort smiled. "Magic is power. This is a truth recognized by the Ministry of Magic. It's just that I didn't have absolute power at the beginning, so I had to hold it high. The pureblood flag.
"But you see, it changed later. Except for Dumbledore, no one is my opponent. Even Dumbledore can't do anything to me." Voldemort said, "But I have never abandoned pure blood, nor have I ever given up on pure blood. I’ve abandoned you, right? I’ve always been pure blood, not half-blood, and not Muggle!”
"There is still room for forgiveness for mixed-bloods. It was a mistake made by their parents who were stupid for a moment. But those Muggles and wizards from the Muggle world, are they qualified to stand by my side?"
"No!" Voldemort said firmly.
"The pure-blood supremacy you showed is different from what I imagined." Bulstrode shook his head, "We should have gone in opposite directions a long time ago."
"I thought you would be smarter." Voldemort said coldly, "In the final analysis, strength is everything."
"But you were almost beaten to death!" Sirius mocked coldly.
Voldemort just glanced at him, ignoring Sirius's plan, and then looked at the other Death Eaters and Cyrus.
"I know you may have lost faith in me, don't worry." Voldemort waved to a Death Eater and took a wand from the other person's hand.
He doesn't care at all whether he is good or not. For him, except for the Elder Wand, perhaps all the wands in the world are the same. They can only surrender!
Then, Voldemort raised his chin and looked at Cyrus.
"You know what? Although I tried my best to hold back Dumbledore, in order to prevent the possibility that you two will still come together, I specially prepared a gift for you." He grinned like a snake, The corners of the mouth were torn wide.
The next moment, Voldemort suddenly summoned a half-meter-high dark iron-colored hollow sphere. Between the spheres was a black-red fluid, like a thick poisonous mist!
Huge energy is blocked within it, and the sphere beats like an evil heart, giving people an uneasy feeling.
Just looking at it made Harry feel dizzy and all kinds of unpleasant emotions came over him.
Those wizards who had been in Azkaban recalled some worse memories, their faces turned pale, and they were swaying and feeling dizzy!
"What is that?" Sirius supported the pale Bella and frowned tightly.
"Muran?"
Harry, on the other hand, recognized the object at a glance.
"That's what's in Rookwood Castle!" Harry grabbed the bone spur on the Thestral's back with one hand, his body facing down, almost hanging on it. His expression was ugly, not only because the thing sealed in the fairy mithril affected his emotions, but also because he had seen the horror of this thing!
At that time, Voldemort was still using the ugly goblin's body. After it absorbed that power, its magic power immediately rose to another level. In the end, it was Dumbledore and Cyrus who teamed up to destroy the body.
Cyrus also didn't expect that Voldemort actually retained a seal of negative emotions. Now things became more difficult!
The original Voldemort was already strong enough, but he still had to fight through an information gap to win back the victory. The magic power sealed in this goblin mithril was not much, but if Voldemort absorbed this power, it would bring him great power. Small improvement!
There was already a certain gap between Cyrus and him, which made it even more dangerous!
"He must be stopped!"
Cyrus's eyes sank, and his wand shot a spell.
Voldemort stretched out his gray arm without hesitation to swat the spell away.
At the same time, Cyrus had turned into a white mist and rushed towards Voldemort!
But he was still a step late, the sphere had already started to move!
"Ka!"
With a crisp sound, the hollowed-out fairy mithril scattered everywhere, and the sealed magic power surged out, rushing towards Voldemort like a stream flowing against the sky, pouring into his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and rushing into his chest!
Voldemort's body was lifted into the air by this force, and the hurricane of magic made Cyrus unable to move.
"Boom!"
In just a moment, Voldemort absorbed the seal left by Rookwood.
The strong shock wave hit again, and this time even Cyrus couldn't stand steadily, and was swept into the air by the magic tide!
He transformed and turned into a thunderbird riding on the wind. As his wings circled, thunderclouds spread and covered the entire night!
"This power is so intoxicating!" Voldemort closed his eyes and enjoyed the ancient magic flowing through his body, compatible with his own magic.
He became stronger!
This was just a small part of the power seal left by Charles Rookwood's small experiment to verify Morgana's magic. It is hard to imagine how strong the power Morgana left behind would be!
"Kill you first, Cyrus!" Voldemort opened his eyes, as if a crack suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!
"Boom!"
What responded to him was huge lightning and flowing fire!
The black cloud wrapped in golden lightning and blazing flames!
The lightning connected the earth and turned this place into a huge lightning field!
When the lightning struck the ground, the ground shook and the rocks shattered!
Harry was already stunned, letting those thestrals dodge the lightning cleverly. All the Death Eaters dared not stay here, but they did not dare to stay away. They did not hesitate to use the Apparition, but just got out of this huge thunderstorm and watched the battle from afar.
The thick clouds were heavy, pressing down on the ground like a mountain.
The electricity and fire turned into dragons and rushed towards Voldemort!
But Voldemort waved his hand, and the blood-like magic power rose up, turning into a huge red-black snake, and pierced the chests of the thunder dragon and the fire dragon like a spear, smashing them heavily to the ground!
The ground was charred black.
Then, those red-black snakes rushed into the sky again, rushing towards Cyrus who was flying high in the thundercloud, and wanted to tear Cyrus to pieces alive!
This terrible power far exceeded Cyrus's magic resistance after he turned into a thunderbird.
What's more terrible is that this power seems to be corrosive. Cyrus wanted to dive down and fight Voldemort at close range several times, but he couldn't find a chance at all. Instead, his body was scratched by those giant snakes, leaving a festering wound!
The rotten fishy poison was still sizzling!
"You're dead, Cyrus!" Voldemort shouted fiercely.
His eyes flashed a terrifying red light in the darkness. Those negative emotions made Voldemort, who was already very extreme, even crazier. However, he was already very crazy, and this side effect was not so obvious at this moment.
Voldemort raised his wand high, his eyes saw through the thunderclouds, and accurately found the position of Cyrus.
The next moment——
"Avada Kendava!"
Green lightning shot out from the tip of his wand!
After sinking into the cloud, it immediately burst out in all directions like a beam of light shining into a prismatic crystal!
"Zizi——"
The Death Curse became a huge net, trying to tie up the thunderbird in the black sea of clouds!
Cyrus flapped his wings and flew high. His wings were flowing with black dirty blood. The feathers wet by the blood seemed to be corroded and smelled bad and smoked!
The thunderclouds were hanging, and Cyrus was like a plane whose engine was hit, but he still had to fly to the sky desperately.
But his speed was too slow!
The Killing Curse swept across his back in an instant!
The scattered killing curse did not weaken its power. In that instant, Cyrus felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. His golden eyes dimmed quickly like sparks, and then went out, losing all their brilliance.
It was an endless, lonely darkness and abyss. He felt as if he was falling all the time, and his feet felt weightless as if he could never touch the ground.
He wanted to flap his wings and fly, but there seemed to be no air around him to support him.
He didn't know when it would end.
But in fact, he had already hit the ground.
The lifeless body lay on the black land that had been cut off by the electric current. The ground exuded a bitter smell. Voldemort walked towards Cyrus' body with a grim smile on his face.
Perhaps because of the loss of magic, Cyrus had turned back into a wizard, with no blood on his face.
His eyes were still open, and his golden pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.
"I've said it before, we should have gone together, but you're seeking your own death." Voldemort seemed full of regret, but in fact, his face only showed a mockery of Cyrus's arrogance.
"Look, how pathetic you are!"
He squatted in front of Cyrus, stretched out his scaly hand to brush Cyrus' cheek, and closed Cyrus' eyes.
The next step was to take back the split souls.
Do you want to repent?
Of course not, Voldemort has the ability to return his soul to his body.
He pinched Cyrus' face with his hand, and his knuckles became clearer due to the force.
"Come back, my soul!"
Cyrus felt as if his fall had stopped, as if a rope was pulling him from behind and bringing him back.
A little light seemed to appear in the endless darkness. He looked for the light and saw a bloody heart beating powerfully!
Next to the heart, a prismatic black stone shines with light, and there is a special pattern inside the crystal.
It's the Resurrection Stone!
After Voldemort recited the spell, he waited for a while, and then he felt the temperature between his palms increase, and it was no longer as cold as before. He knew immediately that the spell was working.
After a while, he will take out his divided soul, and then splice them back into his body, and he will be closer to complete!
As for the piece of soul in Harry, he would get it back sooner or later.
He closed his eyes, waiting for his soul to return, but the temperature coming from his palms was already a little hot, and he could even vaguely feel the vibrating drums, but those shattered souls still had not returned to his body.
Voldemort was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked down.
At some point, Cyrus' eyes that had been closed by him opened again. His golden eyes were as clear and transparent as a magical elixir, like a bright mirror.
"You're not dead?"
Voldemort seemed to be severely frightened, or was left with the shadow of being beaten from close range by Cyrus before. He quickly jumped away, trying to distance himself from Cyrus.
But Cyrus was one step ahead of him.
He grabbed Voldemort's arm.
"What gave you the illusion that you could kill me?" Cyrus asked coldly.
His heart is the Philosopher's Stone, and he also carries the Resurrection Stone. Even if the God of Death comes in person, it will not be easy to kill him. The immortality and immortality that Voldemort dreamed of were already within reach in Cyrus' hands.
"Stop pretending, if I can't kill you once, I'll kill you twice, three times!"
Voldemort held the wand backwards and seemed to be planning to stab Cyrus in the temple with the wand!
"You have no chance!"
Cyrus turned his head to avoid the hand, and the next moment, a vortex suddenly opened in the air. The bodies of Cyrus and Voldemort were suddenly stretched, twisted together like shoelaces thrown into a washing machine, and suddenly sucked into the vortex.
"Snapped!"
Space is closed.
——
Voldemort rolled on the ground several times.
There are rugged and sharp rocks beneath him.
He opened his eyes and found that he was in a huge underground space. The light here was very dark, but he could still see clearly.
What about Cyrus?
He quickly stood up and looked around, but his eyes suddenly widened, and his body was petrified as if he had looked at a basilisk.
Looking along his line of sight, he saw a huge thing—hundreds of times larger than the hollow sphere he broke before—not far away—it was held up and down by rocks, emitting a scarlet glow. The fierce light is like the heart and veins of the earth!
——This is the legacy left by the dark wizard Morgana.
Endless terrifying magic.
Like a sealed devil carrying endless evil.
Due to the long-term seal, the magic power obviously has its own consciousness, curled up in the mithril sphere, like the embryo of a young dragon.
And under the huge embryo, stood a familiar shadow of Voldemort.
——Sellers!
At this moment, Cyrus withdrew his gaze from the embryo and turned to look at Voldemort.
"I wonder if you have ever heard of the Hogwarts motto?"
He held up a wand inlaid with crystals, a silver rusty crown on his head, and a golden chalice in front of him.
There was a hint of confusion on Voldemort's face.
"Click——"
The seal is lifted.
The huge magic power crashed down like a waterfall, completely submerging Cyrus, but then turned into a whirlpool and poured into the seemingly small golden cup!
The two pieces of Voldemort's soul became a huge carrier of negative emotions, and the magic power itself poured into Cyrus' body!
"I'll tell you!"
He opened his eyes, and the broken crown and golden cup fell to the ground in disarray. In the darkness, Cyrus's eyes turned red gold, as if he was a tyrant!
"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon!"