Chapter 181 Voldemort, You See, You Can Bleed Too! (6000

Chapter 181 Voldemort, look, you can bleed too! (6000)

The Order of the Phoenix has arrived.

Harry looked up and saw Sirius and Lupin flying in the sky. They seemed to be riding something, but Harry couldn't see it. The posture looked a little funny.

The others could see the Thestrals, but although this Pegasus looked scary, it was not that strong. However, the people on the Pegasus were different. The Order of the Phoenix was different from the Death Eaters. Although they were few in number, almost every one of them was very strong.

Especially the deans.

Sirius saw Bella and Harry standing very close from a distance. He was nervous all of a sudden, worried that Harry was being held hostage by Bella. He thought Voldemort was going to use Harry's life to threaten Cyrus!

Without hesitation, he jumped behind the Thestrals and launched a short-distance Apparition, as if he was traveling through white clouds. Even he himself seemed to have become clouds and fell rapidly. Before his human form was completely condensed, his wand had already been swung out and turned into a whip to lash at Bella.

"Stay away from my godson!"

Sirius knew his sister's character very well, and he did not hesitate when launching the attack. But Bella was not easy to mess with. She dodged the whip sideways, then took a step forward and directly put the curved wand against Sirius' throat.

"Open your eyes and see clearly, my good brother, we are on the same side now!" Bella did not look angry at all. She smiled playfully, like a crazy person.

"You?" Sirius raised his voice, and even his pupils dilated, "On the same side with us?"

The expression on his face was like the absurdity of hearing the mouse being the bridesmaid of the cat.

"This is the real Sirius." Harry shouted quickly.

He didn't know Bella's past, but he knew clearly that Cyrus and Voldemort had a fateful duel at this moment. He didn't want Bella to clash with Sirius, which would result in insufficient troops on his side.

"Let go, Sirius." Cyrus didn't look back, but just said softly. Somehow his words were as powerful as Dumbledore's, and made people feel convinced inexplicably.

Sirius immediately let go of the wand and turned to look at Voldemort. Just one glance, he immediately opened his eyes!

Voldemort was resurrected!

This terrible look, like a devil!

Little did he know that Voldemort was also shocked like Sirius at this moment. His pupils, like cat's eyes, looked at Sirius and other people who fell from the Thestrals, and he didn't know what to say.

He was so angry, seeing "Voldemort" fighting side by side with the Order of the Phoenix!

He wanted to cut his neck and then go back to the coffin to lie for a few more days.

"Harry, are you okay?" McGonagall and the others also got off the back of the Thestral. The older cat lady rushed to Harry's side in a panic and looked him up and down, fearing that he had hurt a hair.

However, the wound on Harry's body had been healed by the healing spell that Cyrus added to the fire shield. Now it looked like his clothes were a little torn. Harry was not the kind of person who would pretend to be injured.

"I'm fine, but Voldemort..." Harry looked at Voldemort with some embarrassment.

If it weren't for him, this terrifying demon would not have been resurrected. He felt very guilty, but he was powerless.

"Professor, is Principal Dumbledore here?" Harry asked hurriedly.

At this time, McGonagall showed an embarrassed expression.

"Dumbledore was delayed by something, and we tried to contact him. Don't worry, Harry, we will take you back safely." Lupin said calmly, his words were gentle and powerful, which could make people feel at ease. But at this time, words didn't seem to have much effect.

Harry was not afraid of his own safety, but that if Voldemort could not be killed tonight, this terrible guy would bring disaster to the wizarding world again.

"I think--" Snape, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly spoke. Harry was startled by his voice, and it seemed that only at this time did he notice that Snape was standing here.

"--Now is not a good time for you to reminisce--" Snape turned around solemnly and stood behind Cyrus, raising his wand. He was like a living corpse, able to move and think, but just numb.

The flames had gone out at some point. Snape lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the people lying on the ground. The dark mark on their arms had disappeared, replaced by a spiral mark that looked like smoke and a tower.

Under Snape's reminder, Sirius and the others also focused their attention on Voldemort and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. After the flames went out, the Death Eaters who had followed Cyrus on the ground also stood up and raised their wands.

It's just that they are much less imposing than the Death Eaters on the other side.

Most of them are not worth using. To be honest, Voldemort didn't even think of looking at them. But Snape, from the moment he appeared, Voldemort has been looking at Snape out of the corner of his eye.

"So, Severus, you betrayed me too?"

As for Snape, Voldemort actually values ​​him as much as Barty Jr., otherwise he wouldn't have sent Snape to Hogwarts as an insider. Both sides knew that Snape was a double agent, and they both believed that Snape was loyal to them.

Even after Voldemort's first fall, Snape was bailed out by Dumbledore, but Voldemort still didn't think Snape had betrayed him.

But tonight, Snape didn't come over immediately to celebrate his rebirth.

"That was more than a decade ago. You broke your promise to me." Snape was calm and angry, like a gentle but bottomless river!

"It was just a girl. You told me that you didn't care anymore. There are so many good girls in the world." Voldemort said nonchalantly.

It was the first time that Harry heard such exciting gossip. He couldn't help but look at Snape. Listening to their conversation, Snape seemed to have a girl he loved deeply. This was something Harry had never dared to think about before. How could anyone associate Snape with "love"?

But now, he really wanted to know who that girl was.

He couldn't help but look at Sirius and tried to ask his godfather, but Sirius didn't know either. He knew that Snape had a good relationship with Lily before, but later they parted ways, and Snape insulted Lily in public as a mudblood.

Who would have thought that someone's love was so profound?

Snape's every move was under Voldemort's watch. Snape stared at Voldemort's eyes without giving in, but the wand in his hand tilted a slight angle and pointed at Cyrus' back.

Voldemort understood immediately.

This was Snape acting for him.

This insider was still loyal to his real master until now, and the words he just said were only for Cyrus and others. As long as he gave an order, Snape would immediately sneak attack Cyrus from behind.

Voldemort, who didn't understand what love was, couldn't imagine what it meant to be faithful until death, and didn't know that what Snape said at this moment was all the most sincere emotions in his heart. He thought Snape's behavior at this moment was reasonable. A dead woman, or someone else's wife, what was there to be nostalgic about?

He sent a signal to Snape, asking him not to act rashly.

Now is not the time to expose Snape. With his current strength, Voldemort is confident that he can kill Cyrus. Snape, this time bomb, should be left to Dumbledore.

So Snape's wand shifted again.

His eyes, like a dead man, were calm, but he was relieved in his heart.

Things really developed as Cyrus expected.

"I'm so sorry for you, Severus." Voldemort sighed in a pretentious manner, and then his attention returned to Cyrus.

"Then let's start again!"

That's what he said, but he didn't act immediately. Instead, he waved his arms lightly, and the Death Eaters took the lead in attacking!

The number of people on both sides was similar, and it immediately turned into a fierce melee.

Harry took back his wand, which was brought by the Thestrals. At that time, the Thestrals smelled the blood and found the place where Harry was taken, and Hagrid found Harry's wand there.

"Expelliarmus!"

He bent down to avoid a spell and immediately launched a counterattack.

In the silent attacks of countless people, Harry's attack intention was too obvious because he had to recite a spell to cast a spell. His spells could hardly hit anyone, but they were not completely ineffective.

At least every time he shouted, the Death Eaters on the opposite side had to pay attention to his attack.

"I'm here to kill Harry Potter!" A Death Eater stood up, his wand flashing green, and was about to attack, but was knocked to the ground by the spell shot from behind.

"Don't kill Harry Potter!" Voldemort said angrily, "I will kill him myself!"

He had to keep Harry's life, but he had to find a reason.

The Death Eaters were even more cautious, fearing that they would accidentally kill Harry.

The scene was very chaotic, and the spells were like meteors rising and falling, constantly flashing in the dark. Bella pulled Harry's collar and pulled Harry, who was about to rush towards Voldemort, back from the front and threw him back.

Harry rolled on the ground for several times. He actually wanted to use the method he used to kill Quirrell to touch Voldemort, so that Voldemort would be wiped out. But now Voldemort has broken the blood connection of Lily's ancient magic.

"Don't go and die, kid!" Bella said unhappily, while cruelly throwing a death curse and hitting a Death Eater in the chest!

After killing a person, she immediately shouted excitedly.

Although she has now surrendered to Cyrus, her nature has not changed. She is crazy and cruel, and she will never show mercy to her enemies.

"Bella!" Rosdorf jumped out from nowhere. He and his brother Rabastan surrounded Bella one after another. Rosdorf looked like a ferocious wolf, and Rabastan looked like a python. Both of them were fierce Death Eaters with powerful strength!

"You will pay the price for your betrayal, Bella!" Rabastan said viciously.

He strode forward and the crushing curse shot out suddenly.

Bella didn't dodge. Invisible armor gathered in front of her, blocking the attack for her. Then she threw out a rope of fire and slashed it out!

The fire didn't hit Rabastan, but it hit the back of another Death Eater, beating him to pieces.

"Quickly transform!" Rosdorf pointed his wand, and several rock guards immediately rose up from the ground, charging towards Bella with sharp spears. He didn't rest and attacked again!

"Bellatrix," he shouted unfamiliarly, "Lestrange needs no betrayers!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"boom!"

Another red spell flew in, cutting off the Death Curse. A black shadow rushed into the battle between the three. Sirius stood behind Bella like an elegant commander. The Explosion Curse not only interrupted the Death Curse. , and smashed those rock and earth guards.

"The ancient and noble Black has no need to live in a nest with you snakes and rats!" Sirius said sarcastically.

In the past, he didn't like the Black family at all. In his opinion, everyone in the family was a jerk. But now, he knew the heroic deeds of Regulus and saw Bellatrix leaving Voldemort and standing behind Cyrus.

He suddenly felt that Blake was not so hopeless. There would always be stars shining in the darkness.

He and his sister leaned on each other's backs. More than ten years ago, who would have thought that they would fight side by side?

Sirius really wanted to go back and let his mother, who was hanging on the wall at home, take a good look at what his sister looked like now, and let out a fierce breath!

"The Black bloodline is designed to produce traitors."

Voldemort, who was not far away, sneered, obviously thinking about Regulus. However, these words made Lucius, who was fighting Snape, almost drop his wand in fright.

Narcissa also bleeds Black's blood, and Lucius thought his betrayal had been discovered.

Fortunately, Voldemort only vented his displeasure for a moment, and he might not remember Narcissa's previous surname. She was just a woman who was not a Death Eater.

Neither Lucius nor Snape worked hard. They didn't know that the other was now an undercover agent, but they invariably began to fish in troubled waters.

Voldemort was probably exhausted. He and Cyrus stood in the flames of the battle. Countless spells passed through them dangerously, but none of them could get close to them.

It was as if the spell had eyes on it, and it automatically avoided them the moment it flew toward them.

Voldemort began to attack.

With a flick of his wrist, the spell immediately shot out like a huge beam of light!

The air vibrated and violent winds whipped up!

Voldemort's robes lifted up and rustled in the wind!

Cyrus raised his wand to attack. At this moment, all fighting stopped. The moment the two people's spells collided, the huge impact turned into transparent ripples visible to the naked eye, and the air twisted in an instant!

"boom!!!"

Everyone present, except Voldemort and Cyrus who cast the spell itself, were all thrown away.

Harry, the thinnest one, was like a plastic bag picked up by the strong wind, and suddenly rushed into the sky!

Fortunately, the Thestrals were still lingering in the sky, and they caught Harry.

The impact of the explosion broke the surrounding thick trees.

Flying sand and flying rocks!

The place where the two magic spells met seemed to become the center of the typhoon, and the strong wind cut like a blade.

Voldemort looked relaxed and comfortable. He was waving magic, raising his wand, and striding forward to force Cyrus back.

Cyrus' arms were shaking. He gritted his teeth hard and twisted his facial features together. Even so, he still looked handsome.

The light in his pupils became more intense, and bright electric sparks flashed between the golden hair!

"ah!"

He shouted loudly and flicked his wrist, immediately breaking the balance point where the magic spell collided. He raised his right hand high, and the two people's spells were connected together, so that Voldemort's wrist seemed to be pulled upward by a force!

"Wow!"

The two spells suddenly bent and broke upwards, like flying sparks!

"Snapped!"

Blooming like fireworks in the night sky!

Voldemort did not give up the attack because the spell was thrown away. He turned his wrist and slashed the wand into the air, and the short wand cut through the air.

Then, an invisible blade struck!

"Uh-huh!"

The space was torn apart, and the blade was about to split Cyrus' body in half!

At that moment, Cyrus had no time to dodge. There was a certain delay in the apparation, and he might be hit even at the moment of teleportation. This is how Dobby died under Bella's dagger in the original book.

The Iron Armor Curse may not be able to stop Voldemort's attack. Cyrus' thoughts were stretched for a long time at that moment. He almost didn't think about it, but he had already eliminated two options.

At this moment, the invisible blade was already in front of his eyes, and the cut air was extremely sharp, stinging Cyrus's cheek.

The others couldn't see this dangerous moment, but Harry, who was riding on the Thestral in the sky, could see it clearly. He opened his mouth and almost screamed, but the strong wind poured directly into his mouth!

Fortunately, the expected scene of Cyrus being split in half did not appear. The short distance of a few meters seemed to be infinitely stretched. No, it was not as if.

The distance between Cyrus and Voldemort was indeed widened in an instant, and the space was stretched away like a piece of bubble gum.

At this moment, the two of them are already a hundred meters apart, almost as far away as a playground. They look into the distance and can even see their faces clearly.

Between the two of them, there was a huge ravine left by the blade!

"The Invisible Stretch Spell is a good idea." Voldemort said calmly.

With a slight wave of his wand, he cast a counter-spell, and the extended space was pulled back, and it could even be said to be kneaded into a ball.

The two of them seemed to be far apart a second ago, but now they are so close!

So close that you can feel the other person’s breath!

"It's surprising, I thought you must be very smelly." Cyrus said sarcastically, but this is also true. Who makes Voldemort look like he has been living in a garbage dump for several years? That gray face The snake's face seemed to be covered in dirt.

But really it was just his sickly skin.

This is the result of a magical experiment.

"Hard talk can't save you." Voldemort said sarcastically, "You have already realized the huge gap between us. Even with the blessing of ancient magic, you are no match for me!"

Voldemort doesn't have any peculiar smell, but it always makes people feel horrible and bloody.

His confidence is not groundless.

Even if Cyrus narrowed the magic gap caused by his age with the increase of ancient magic power, the magical transformations Voldemort made to himself were not so simple.

"I admit that you are stronger in terms of magic power." Cyrus said committing suicide.

"Then kneel down and repent for your ignorance and betrayal!"

Cyrus did not kneel. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

Golden pupils that shine like the sun and gray eyes that look like death stare into each other.

For some reason Voldemort had a bad feeling in his heart, and soon he knew why he felt this way.

"Who taught you to stand so close to me?" Cyrus asked with a mocking look on his face.

"What?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he felt that the hand holding his wrist was bound by a huge force!

He panicked.

Then, a soft voice was heard.

"Expelliarmus."

Disarming spell?

Voldemort looked at Cyrus' right hand holding the wand. There was no movement in that hand. He had no time to wonder. The next moment he heard a crisp sound.

"Click!"

His wrist was twisted like a twist!

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Voldemort never dreamed that one day his wrist would be broken by someone with brute force!

The bones inside were shattered, and the gray flesh was mixed with rotten blood.

Harry could see clearly in the sky that the hand was just like it was when he was being treated by Lockhart a year ago, hanging like a poor little thing.

Voldemort's wand fell.

It was indeed a disarming spell, but it was just a physical disarming spell.

"I really admire you for how dare you come so close to me!" Cyrus chuckled, his words full of ridicule. Since he completed the transformation of magical beasts, the strength of his body has reached an incredible level.

He is a thunderbird in human form!

"Owner……"

The strong magic aura had stopped, and everyone saw Voldemort's embarrassed appearance at the moment. The Death Eaters who were loyal to him all had expressions of despair on their faces, except for Barty Jr. - this servant had only crazy!

"You are so pretentious that you name your servants Death Eaters, asking them not to flinch even in the face of death. You have spent your whole life pursuing immortality and ways to defeat death. You think you are above the ordinary world, but look……"

Cyrus raised his left hand and picked up Voldemort's twisted hand. Then he leaned down and whispered in Voldemort's ear: "Your blood is also red, no different from Muggles."

Voldemort's pupils suddenly shrank.

His shocked face was filled with pain at this moment!

It was as if what really hurt him was not the physical injuries, but Cyrus' words!

No different than a Muggle?

These words were like someone forcing a huddled up hedgehog into his ears!

There is a fire in Voldemort's chest that will burn Cyrus to ashes!