Chapter 183 He Is Calling His Followers (End of This Volume)

Cyrus walked to Voldemort.

At this moment, Voldemort lay quietly on the ground, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

But if you look closely, you will find that he has no breath and his body is very cold. He is completely a corpse.

Cyrus is safe and sound, but the special wand in his hand is full of cracks. The blue crystal looks like tempered glass that has been shattered after a heavy blow. It seems that it can no longer be used.

As for the elderberry wand he bought not long ago, it is also full of cracks at this moment, as if it will be completely overwhelmed and broken into pieces if any spell is cast again, even if it only throws out a little spark.

Time goes back to a few minutes ago.

Cyrus broke the seal under Hogwarts and awakened the long-dormant magic embryo that already has the shape of a dragon.

The magic has consciousness. After being awakened, it immediately spreads its black wings like death and spits out dark flames to the sky!

The question raised by Cyrus was still echoing in Voldemort's mind.

Hogwarts' motto?

He had long forgotten such insignificant things. But now, looking at the awakened dragon, Voldemort finally understood what this sentence meant.

But it was too late. The dragon had awakened, and the magic power poured down, like a huge waterfall, drowning Cyrus!

The handsome wizard stood in it, with his arms open, as if accepting the baptism of black blood!

Under the impact of this black magic, the silver crown on Cyrus' head and the golden cup in front of him became more and more mottled. They seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years in an instant. The power of decay made them rusty, and even completely unrecognizable.

The crown turned rusty red, and the exquisite sculptures above were completely unrecognizable, as if they would be shattered immediately with just a slight touch; the golden cup was corroded with several holes, and it looked worse than the bowl of wild dogs on the roadside.

However, in these two items that might be rejected if they were sold as scrap, two shrill cries began to echo.

As the Horcruxes almost collapsed under the influence of magic, Voldemort's two soul fragments seemed to have reached their limit. They escaped from the shackles of the Horcruxes and turned into two black snakes with half-human faces and rushed out!

However, Cyrus just turned his palm and trapped the two fragments in his hand.

Then, the soul fragments were swallowed by him, accompanied by the huge dark power, which also completely poured into Cyrus' body and flowed rapidly in his blood vessels!

In the wide cave, the huge dragon shadow shrank, as if it was a tailed beast sealed in the body of the Jinchūriki, and completely merged with Cyrus.

The broken crown and golden cup finally turned into two lifeless things at this moment, falling like rotten and dead bones, paving the way for Cyrus to become king!

Cyrus opened his eyes.

His eyes were not the evil blood red like Voldemort or Lanlock who absorbed some of the dark power, but showed red gold, which looked both noble and powerful!

His whites did not turn black, his expression was calm, and he seemed not to be tainted with any madness.

"How dare you use my soul to bear those darkness!" Voldemort could naturally see what Cyrus had done, so he was even more angry.

The soul in the Horcrux was very important to him, but now, Cyrus destroyed his two Horcruxes at once, and used those two souls as carriers to bear the side effects of dark magic, which was simply hateful!

Cyrus was not thinking about Voldemort's inner thoughts at the time, he just felt the magic flowing through his body, as if a sea was passing through him!

Of course, it was not so exaggerated in reality.

Although the magic left by Morgana was huge, it was only relative to ordinary wizards. Wizards like Voldemort or Dumbledore have enormous magical power. If the magic power in their bodies gets out of control, they will become another monster.

In the final analysis, if there is no Cyrus, even if the huge magic group has its own consciousness, it can't be Voldemort's opponent. Even if Creedon, who can control the Obscurus, is just a slightly stronger wizard in Dumbledore's hands.

But now, after this power is absorbed by Cyrus, it is equivalent to the superposition of two magical powers. Of course, there is a certain loss, but it is enough for Cyrus to close the gap of decades and stand on the same level as Voldemort at this moment!

No!

He is stronger than Voldemort now!

Perhaps, only Dumbledore with the Elder Wand can compete with Cyrus now!

Cyrus chuckled and raised his wand to Voldemort.

"Now, tell me who is stronger?"

He sneered contemptuously, and without waiting for Voldemort to respond, he immediately launched an attack!

Just a casual attack had a completely different effect from before. The strength of the spell was several times stronger than before. After the spell was fired, it was like a heavy artillery, shaking the dust under his feet!

This was just the aftermath of the spell, not to mention the power of the spell itself.

It was like a trembling sun!

The spell flew out at high speed and was pulled into an elliptical shape!

"Boom!!!"

Voldemort swung his arm vigorously and detonated the spell in mid-air. The impact of the explosion immediately reverberated back and forth in the cave, and the ground began to shake violently. Even the stone cones above his head were broken and fell like a rain of swords!

The rocks were torn apart!

However, the attack continued.

Cyrus's spell never stopped. Just like Voldemort before, the offense and defense were different at this moment, and Voldemort was completely at a disadvantage.

But Voldemort was Voldemort after all.

He opened his snake-like mouth and spit out blood-red Fiendfyre, and the flame turned into a ferocious monster and attacked!

Cyrus's arm holding the wand was suspended high, and the wand drew a perfect arc in the air. Under his feet, another black and red flame ignited!

"Hot Hell!"

It seemed to be the flame of punishing the devil in hell, boiling like lava!

This was a spell invented by Cyrus before, and it was the first time it was cast. The fire of hell seemed to be a flame among flames, and in an instant, the Fiendfyre spit out by Voldemort was burned as fuel!

At the same time, the shadows of demons emerged from the flames.

They formed skeletons and began to crawl in the fire, like ghosts returning from hell to claim Voldemort's life, walking with staggering steps.

The flames spread in all directions, and these monsters were born from the fire continuously.

For a moment, Voldemort looked at the faces of these monsters and was stunned.

Some of them were familiar faces to Voldemort, with faces he could not forget. For example, James Potter and Lily Potter who were killed by him twelve years ago, such as old Tom Riddle who died in his hands decades ago, and the blood of the Gaunt family; there were also some faces that he could not remember at all, perhaps just poor people who were killed by him unintentionally, or died because of him.

But now, they are back from hell!

Will I be afraid of these dead souls?

No!

Voldemort made a ruthless move, and the spell hit a corpse's chest straight, immediately causing a violent explosion!

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the army.

"You are far from playing with the Inferi in front of me!" Voldemort sneered.

But Cyrus shook his head.

"That is not the Inferi, it is just your sin. There is only one thing you should do -

"Kneel down and confess to them. !"

This is of course nonsense to Voldemort. He lowered his wand and stabbed it into the hard ground.

"All curses are over! "

The power of the universal antidote worked under the influence of Voldemort's huge magic power and powerful magic strength. The thin golden curtain became an indestructible wall, blocking the continued spread of the flames of hell, and even the undead who were constantly reborn in the flames were also stopped!

The effect of the end of all curses is very simple. It can break the magic of some spells and make them no longer effective.

As long as the caster is strong enough, most spells except the unforgivable curses can be stopped by the universal antidote.

Yes, except the unforgivable curses!

Cyrus took a step forward!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra! "

The two death curses collided with each other, and the breath and shadow of death immediately began to spread. The gray-green light turned into a mist-like thing, and then shook like ripples!

Voldemort was angry and murderous, and this spell was unprecedentedly powerful!

The green light rushed out like a flood that broke through the dam-

"Crack--"

A tiny cracking sound came from the air.

The huge output of magic power made Cyrus's wand overwhelmed, but no one stopped!

Cyrus raised the broken wand and raised his head. The hurricane blew his hair in front of his forehead. He just took a step and walked towards Voldemort.

The aftermath of the spell even triggered the magical protection of Hogwarts Castle on the surface hundreds of meters above. The transparent barrier expanded, making the little wizards in the castle tremble with fear. Even the church members who stayed in the castle The professors were all worried.

They had never seen such a scene before.

Most of the young wizards came to the hall under the arrangement of the prefects and other professors. Most of them didn't know what had happened.

Only Ron, Hermione and Ginny gathered together, praying that Cyrus and the professors could bring Harry back safely.

At the same time, the fireplace in the empty principal's office suddenly ignited a green flame.

A tall and thin figure walked out of the flame. He had a serious face, a long beard, half-moon glasses, and his nose seemed to be broken into several sections.

The portrait on the wall seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. When Fitzgerald saw Dumbledore, he immediately said anxiously: "They are now in the basement of Hogwarts. The seal we left behind has been opened. I'm afraid it's too late."

"I know. "Dumbledore nodded. He only hoped that it was not Voldemort who untied the seal, otherwise no one would be able to subdue him.

As soon as Dumbledore stretched out his hand, the phoenix immediately turned into a ball of fire and wrapped him. The next moment, he disappeared in the fire.

In the cave.

When Dumbledore arrived with the phoenix, Voldemort was left with only a cold corpse.

Cyrus stood next to Voldemort with a broken wand, as if mourning for him.

The cave was collapsing, and huge rocks fell, but it was supported by several huge spiral towers. These towers were transformed by Cyrus to prevent Hogwarts from sinking after the underground collapsed.

The phoenix circled in the air and immediately flew towards Cyrus, standing affectionately on Cyrus's shoulder.

Dumbledore also quickly walked across the cracked stone bridge and came to Cyrus' side.

"It's really him." He said softly, as if he was relieved, "Did you kill him?"

"You know that Voldemort cannot be killed." Cyrus said without looking back.

"At least now he has returned to his pitiful appearance." Dumbledore said. "He tried so hard to get a body, but now he is destroyed in your hands."

Cyrus did not answer, but spoke of another matter.

"I inherited the power of the guardians' seal," he looked at Dumbledore with his red-gold eyes, as if testing, "Do you regret agreeing to let me conduct the trial, Dumbledore?"

One Dark Lord was destroyed, but another stronger Dark Lord was born!

Combined with the dark power left by Morgana and Cyrus' talent, even Voldemort is no match!

"This is not my legacy. If even the Guardian thinks you are qualified, what right do I have to stop you?" Dumbledore said. "In fact, Fitzgerald has always believed that light and darkness complement each other. I believe you will not become a servant of strength, and that seems to be the case.”

"Maybe." Cyrus glanced down at the wand in his hand, turned and left.

"Eager to leave?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I think someone might want you to stay in Hogwarts. After going through so many things, we need a grand dinner to celebrate our victory."

"It's far from the time of victory, Dumbledore." Cyrus shook his head, but he thought of Ginny again, so he paused.

"I will attend the dinner."

——

It's getting daylight.

After the night passed, Voldemort and the Death Eaters disappeared.

Harry and others returned to the jungle where the battle originally took place. Of course, it was completely different from the jungle. On the contrary, it is like a piece of scorched earth that has endured the entire apocalypse——

"Where is Mr. Sellers?" Harry raised his head and looked around, his eyes full of worry.

Voldemort and Cyrus disappeared at the same time, and not long after, the Death Eaters suddenly evacuated as if they had received a summons, but Cyrus made no movement.

"Is it possible..." Mag's face didn't look good, and she had already made the worst assumptions in her mind.

"Shut up, old thing!" Bella scolded mercilessly, "Master will not lose to that guy!"

She opened her sleeves, revealing the spiral mark on the inside of her arm, and smiled.

"Look, he's calling us!"

"He is calling his followers!"

(End of Ancient Magic Volume)