A spell hit Voldemort directly in the 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 at all.

"Is it really useless?"

This result was exactly what Cyrus had expected. The protective power of the Horcrux was extremely strong. Ordinary magic, and even many dark magics, could not destroy the Horcrux. Only a terrible spell like the Fiendfyre could destroy the object along with the soul inside.

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

Although the immortality 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 feels really good--" said the soul in the ring intoxicatedly.

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

He looked similar to Cyrus, except that his facial features were more sinister and he looked a little older. His sinister expression seemed to reflect the darkness and twistedness in his heart.

Perhaps it is because he has not yet been fully resurrected and obtained a truly vital body, and the curse of the elixir of immortality has not yet been triggered.

"If my guess is correct, you are not your real self, right?" After a brief intoxication, Voldemort's illusory soul immediately came back to his senses and turned to look at Cyrus.

He probably already 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, but to be more precise, I am not Voldemort at all.”

Cyrus had deceived the diadem before by using Voldemort's identity, but facing the soul in the useless ring, there was no need for him to pretend.

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

Cyrus's wand flashed lightly:

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat!"

"You'd better 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 about knowledge related to the soul.

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

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

"If I use the splitting spell and the power of ancient magic, can it have the effect of splitting the soul?" Cyrus pondered.

The soul is a very profound realm, and ordinary magic cannot work on it, but ancient magic has the power to break the rules. Through the power of ancient magic, maybe Voldemort's soul can be successfully separated from the ring.

He immediately began to try out whether this plan was feasible.

Voldemort in the ring has been in a state of being at the mercy of others during this period of time. Cyrus has repeatedly used him for experiments, leaving him helpless.

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

Love is okay, it won’t hurt you 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 my original body is in now. After all, you are resurrected now, but it is not good for us to turn our swords against each other." He said.

"What you should do is not to destroy me, but to revive me!"

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

But unlike the Voldemort in the crown, the soul in the ring immediately had evil thoughts after seeing Cyrus' success.

Since the soul in the diary can be independent, why can't I? As for the real body, he didn't care even more.

We are all part of Voldemort's soul, why should there be a hierarchy? Why can the original body live, while they can only shrink in a small container and become the props and support of the original body's immortality?

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

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

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

But what answered him was Cyrus's spell.

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

He immediately screamed in pain, and his body, which was almost taking shape, seemed to be falling apart.

That handsome face seemed to have cracks, and the dry skin fell off like a clay doll that had been dried out in a raging fire. He covered his face, and invisible filth overflowed from the inside of his soul!

It was a foul substance, like a cloud of smoke or sticky mud—

Cyrus took a step back in disgust. The filthy mud exuded a foul stench, like the ugly soul inside Voldemort.

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

Because when Voldemort's soul was freed, the ring was damaged as if it had been burned by a scorching flame!

The originally silver ring turned charred black, and the patterns on it seemed to be melted by the flames, emitting 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 in a boiling oil pan, his skin festering, his handsome appearance began to melt, and his tall nose fell off like a melted candy...

His body disappeared and turned back into a formless mist, but he was howling in pain! Cyrus was not satisfied with this result.

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 hidden in his own soul. He wanted to ensure that when the soul in the diary affected him, he would have a way to eliminate the other party from his soul.

Even if the soul in the diary had been completely erased by himself, Cyrus could still help eliminate the soul in Harry's mind.

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

What's the difference between this and destroying the Horcrux directly? No, it's even worse than destroying the Horcrux directly. At least if the Horcrux is destroyed, the soul in the Horcrux will also die. But now——

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

This soul was looking at Cyrus with hatred at this moment. Those bloody eyes were like a ferocious poisonous snake, wanting to tear Cyrus' flesh and blood to pieces! Swallow!

"How dare you——!"

His voice was hoarse yet sharp, like sandpaper used to sharpen iron, rubbing against a person's skin, drawing blood.

The black fog began to surge all of a sudden, like an endless dark cloud suddenly rolling up in the unpredictable sea!

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

Thick black smoke gathered and surrounded Cyrus like a black python. His scarlet eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the surging wind was like the howling of evil spirits! Cyrus frowned and watched this guy change from pain to madness and excitement!

"I should be thanking you, Cyrus!"

The snake face that emerged 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 coming from his soul seemed a little insignificant.

"You freed me!"

To him, the Horcrux was like a shackle, a cage! Now, Cyrus opened the cage.

"I'm free!"

"Congratulations then." Cyrus twirled his wand, not paying much attention.

So what if I broke through the shackles?

What's so scary about Voldemort, who doesn't even have a body and is cursed?

Cyrus didn't take Voldemort seriously, but Voldemort's eyes were full of greed! A fresh body was placed in front of him, and this body was actually not much different from his own. How could he not be tempted? If he could take this body, he could be resurrected immediately!

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

"Your body is mine!"

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

Boom!!! The endless black fog knocked the items in the House of Requirement to the ground, and the table was even rolled up to the ceiling!

It was as if a piston under a pool full of water was pulled out. In an instant, the whole room was filled with black fog, which condensed into a huge whirlpool and rushed towards Cyrus frantically!

After a moment, everything returned to calm.

The objects that were blown up into the sky fell down like rain.

In the scattered ruins, Cyrus stood like a puppet, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

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