Chapter 149 Voldemort's Possession

"Quickly separate!"

A spell was cast directly on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort: ? ? ?

"What are you doing?"

The soul of Voldemort in the ring was obviously confused. He couldn't understand why Cyrus would attack him, even though the spell actually had no effect on him.

"Is it really useless?"

This result was as Cyrus expected. The protective power of the Horcrux was very strong. Ordinary magic, even many black magics, could not destroy the Horcrux. Only a terrible spell like Fiendfyre could destroy the artifact together with the soul inside.

Cyrus shook his wand and fished Gaunt's ring out of the golden cup.

Although the immortal potion flowing out of the golden cup was cursed, it did have a strong vitality. He didn't want to really revive Voldemort, even in a state between life and death.

"This feeling is really good-" the soul in the ring said intoxicatedly.

In just a few minutes, he had constructed a half-real and half-virtual figure from a shapeless soul fragment, just like before Cyrus swallowed the Philosopher's Stone.

He looked similar to Cyrus, except that his facial features were more sinister and slightly older. His sinister expression seemed to be a reflection of the dark and twisted inner self.

Perhaps he had not yet been completely resurrected and had a truly vital body, and the curse of the elixir had not yet been triggered.

"If I'm right, you are not the real body, right?" Voldemort's illusory soul came back to his senses after a brief intoxication and turned to look at Cyrus.

He probably knew how Cyrus was resurrected, and thought that Cyrus was trying to resurrect him at this moment.

"Not the real body?" Cyrus finally responded. His eyes, which were different from Voldemort's, looked at the fragment of the soul with contempt. "You are right to say that, but to be more precise, I am not Voldemort at all."

Cyrus had deceived the crown with Voldemort's identity before, but facing the soul in the useless ring, he had no need to pretend.

"What?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and seemed not to understand what Cyrus meant. He was about to ask, but suddenly found that he could not open his mouth.

Cyrus's wand flashed lightly:

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat!"

"You should be quiet. I don't intend to listen to your noise." Cyrus ignored Voldemort's angry look at the moment. He clapped his hands, and a pile of magic books immediately appeared on the table in front of him.

These books are all knowledge related to the soul.

The soul has been an important topic for wizards to study since ancient times. In order to study Horcruxes, Voldemort himself did a lot of research on the soul.

Cyrus kept flipping through the books. He now completely treated the residual soul of Voldemort in the ring as an experimental subject. If he had any idea, he would immediately perform it on him mercilessly.

"If the Severing Curse is combined with the power of ancient magic, can it have the effect of splitting the soul?" Cyrus pondered.

The field of soul is very profound. Ordinary magic cannot work on the soul, but ancient magic has the power to break the law. Through the magic of ancient magic, maybe Voldemort's soul can be successfully separated from the ring.

He immediately began to try whether this plan is feasible.

Voldemort in the ring has been in a state of "being a knife and a fish" for a while. Cyrus repeatedly used him for experiments, which made him helpless.

At the beginning, he would scold Cyrus, but when he found that Cyrus's spells and experiments could not hurt him, Voldemort didn't care.

Whatever happens, it can't hurt himself anyway.

So much so that when he was forced to come out of the ring again, he mocked Cyrus.

"I advise you to give up this meaningless experiment. It's not too late to repent now. I don't care what kind of situation the original body is in now. After all, you are resurrected now, but it's always bad for us to turn our swords against each other." He said.

"You should not destroy me, but resurrect me!"

The soul in the ring is very ambitious. He has determined that Cyrus is the soul in a certain Horcrux and resurrected alone after the original body had an accident. From the appearance, he thinks it is a diary.

But unlike the Voldemort in the crown, the soul in the ring has seen Cyrus' success and immediately had a crooked mind.

Since the soul in the diary can be independent, why can't he?

As for the original body, he doesn't care even more.

We are all part of Voldemort's soul. Why should there be a high and low? Why can the original body live, but they can only shrink in a small object and become the props and support of the original body's immortality?

What's more, there is no such thing as a body or not. Whoever is stronger should take the lead.

Now that a Horcrux has been successfully resurrected, the soul in the ring naturally doesn't want to be lonely.

He longs for a body, longs to feel the fresh air and all the existing things, and even more longs to taste the pleasure that power brings him!

But what responded to him was Cyrus's spell.

It was a silver spell, and the moonlight-like blade suddenly passed between Voldemort and the ring. In an instant, a sharp pain came from the depths of Voldemort's soul.

"ah--"

He immediately screamed in pain, and the body that was about to take shape seemed to collapse.

There seemed to be cracks on that handsome face, and the cracked skin fell rustlingly like a clay doll that had been dried out in the fire. He covered his face, invisible filth overflowing from the body of his soul!

It was something dirty, like a thick smoke and sticky mud——

Cyrus took a step back in disgust. The foul sludge exuded a stench, like the ugly soul in Voldemort's heart.

The spell worked!

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. The soul-splitting spell successfully released Voldemort's soul from the Horcrux, but the spell also failed.

Because when Voldemort's soul was released, the ring was damaged as if it had been burned by hot flames!

The original silver ring turned black, and the pattern on it seemed to have been melted by the flames, giving off a fishy smell.

After Voldemort's soul was freed from the ring, the curse of the immortal poison in the golden cup immediately began to take effect. At this moment, Voldemort seemed to be left in a boiling oil pan. His skin was ulcerated, his handsome appearance began to dissolve, and his tall nose fell down like a melted candy...

His body disappeared and turned back into an invisible mist, but he was howling in pain!

Sellers was not satisfied with the outcome.

The reason why he wanted to try to separate Voldemort's soul was because he was worried that there was still a hidden danger of Voldemort in his own soul, and to ensure that when the soul in the diary affected him, he would have a way to separate the other party from his soul. eliminated from the .

Taking a step back, even if the soul in the diary has been completely erased by himself, Cyrus can help remove the soul in Harry's mind.

But now, although Voldemort's soul has been stripped away, the ring has also been destroyed.

What is the difference between this and directly destroying the Horcrux?

No, it’s even better to destroy the Horcrux directly. At least destroy the Horcrux, and the soul in the Horcrux will die, but now——

Cyrus raised his eyes and looked at Voldemort, who was in pain.

This soul is looking at Cyrus with hatred at this moment. Its bloody eyes are like a ferocious snake, wanting to tear Cyrus' flesh and blood to pieces! Swallow!

"How dare you-!"

His voice was hoarse but sharp, like iron sandpaper being rubbed hard against a person's skin, dripping with blood.

The black fog suddenly began to surge, like an endless dark cloud suddenly rolling up in the uncertain sea!

In an instant, Voldemort's magic swept over the Room of Requirement.

Thick black smoke condensed and surrounded Cyrus like a black python. His scarlet eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the surging wind was like the howling of an evil ghost!

Cyrus frowned, watching this guy change from pain to madness and excitement!

"I should be thanking you, Cyrus!"

The snake face emerging from the black mist looked at Cyrus excitedly. He seemed to be truly grateful from the bottom of his heart, so much so that the pain in his soul seemed a bit insignificant.

"You freed me!"

To him, the Horcrux was like a shackles and a prison!

Now, Sellers has opened that cage.

"I am free!"

"That's really congratulations." Cyrus twirled his wand without paying much attention.

So what if you break through the shackles?

What's so scary about a Voldemort who doesn't even have a body and is still burdened with a curse?

Cyrus didn't take Voldemort seriously, but Voldemort's eyes were filled with greed!

A fresh body was right in front of him, and this body was actually not much different from his own. How could he not be moved?

If you can take this body away, you can be resurrected immediately!

Moreover, they are the same person, so there is no need to worry that body and soul are incompatible and mutually exclusive.

"Your body is mine!"

At this moment, Voldemort had regarded Cyrus as a perfect container. He surged the black mist and immediately rushed towards Cyrus.

boom! ! !

The endless black mist knocked everything in the Room of Requirement upside down, and the table was rolled up to the ceiling!

It was as if a piston had been pulled out from the bottom of a pool filled with water. In an instant, black mist swept over the entire room, forming a huge whirlpool and rushing toward Cyrus crazily!

After a while, everything became calm again.

The items that were swept up into the sky fell down like rain.

In the ruins, Cyrus stood like a puppet as if his body had been hit by a heavy hammer.

After a while, the body suddenly shook, and then he raised his head stiffly, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes!