“I don’t hang out with losers.”

"How dare you call me a loser?" Voldemort's voice was sharp, like a pitiful person who screamed after being stabbed in the sore spot. But he quickly calmed down, "I didn't lose. Don't just look at the temporary success or failure. Whoever lives longer is the winner."

"I can guarantee that Dumbledore will die before me. And I will personally bring death to him."

He beamed with confidence, and it wasn't just big talk.

In his heyday, Voldemort was actually a little behind Dumbledore, who had the Elder Wand. Otherwise, he would not be so afraid of him. But on the other hand, even Dumbledore, who had the invincible Elder Wand, could not completely defeat him.

For Voldemort, who possessed the Horcrux, the power he possessed at that time might not be his end. On this path of magic, he could still go further.

It is said that the young are better than the strong, and in fact, the same is true for wizards. If they are really as old as Nicolas Flamel, even if they have huge magical powers, they are just paper tigers. In a battle of the same level, there is no threat at all.

But Cyrus had no intention of getting involved.

No matter how strong Voldemort is, it is only the power of radical violence, and everything he has is visible. Not to mention, he himself has inherited Voldemort's talent, and is even better than him. Now he has the foundation to learn ancient magic, and he believes that his future will not be inferior to Voldemort.

But Dumbledore is different. Besides being strong, what is more terrifying is his incomparable wisdom. Cyrus doesn't want to be arranged by him clearly, otherwise he will die without knowing how.

Seeing that Cyrus didn't answer for a long time, Voldemort understood what he meant.

He grew cold.

"It looks like our conversation is going to end on an unpleasant note."

“Obviously.”

"I never thought that I was so cowardly when I was in school. I didn't dare to face Dumbledore? Was I scared by him?" Voldemort sneered, his snake-like eyes staring at Cyrus who had the face of his youth.

Cyrus felt paralyzed by the gaze of those eyes, as if a slight electric current was flowing through him.

He sensed danger.

"Since you are unwilling, why not give me the secret of ancient magic."

Voldemort took a step forward in the fire. His powerful aura caused the flames to bend like rice fields or wheat fields swept by a strong wind.

He finally tore off his disguise and revealed a greedy look. His face was still human, but he looked more like a python that was about to swallow its prey alive.

"Take it out, Cyrus! Don't wear out my patience!" he shouted in a low voice.

"The ancient magic is right before your eyes, but you can't see it," Cyrus whispered, "just like a Muggle who can't see the power of magic."

His words irritated Voldemort.

Voldemort himself was resentful of the lowly Muggle half of his blood.

That bloodline made him feel ashamed, it was his eternal stain and his most hidden secret.

Now Cyrus was directly comparing him to a Muggle, and that annoyed him.

He looked at Cyrus, wondering if he shouldn't have added so many memories when he created the first Horcrux, or given it too much ability to think, thus creating a personality that dared to defy him.

Something that is not under your control is ultimately a threat.

He finally made up his mind.

Originally, Voldemort did not intend to fight Cyrus, because he did not know whether Cyrus would still be a Horcrux after his resurrection, and he did not want to destroy his own Horcrux with his own hands.

But now he figured it out.

Magic is power!

Voldemort's thoughts went back to the night before Halloween twelve years ago, the ancient magic that defeated him! With that kind of power, killing Dumbledore would be a piece of cake, and losing one or two Horcruxes would not be a big deal. Anyway, he still had so many Horcruxes that even if he lost one, it would not be a big deal.

What's more, the person in front of him knows too many of his secrets. If he is unwilling to stand on the same side with him, he should be made to disappear forever!

The dark blue flames continued to burn, and on the water-like reflection, they looked like a field of blooming flowers.

Cyrus did not dare to take his eyes off Voldemort.

He had not intended to provoke the other party, but then he thought, is it possible that he would be so timid in the face of a Voldemort who has not yet resurrected? A weak Voldemort is indeed a trouble for him, but not a threat.

What broke the tense atmosphere was a bright spell!

Voldemort attacked without warning, and he did not intend to give Cyrus any time to react. He was far less calm in dealing with an enemy that could be dangerous to him than in the duel with Harry in the original book.

The power of this spell was very strong, and the light looked extraordinary. Before the spell exploded, the ground beneath the feet, which was like the surface of water, was already rippling violently.

The flame was bent!

The light was reflected in Cyrus' golden pupils.

Voldemort's every move was like a slowed-down silhouette in his eyes. His dynamic vision was very strong, and he reacted immediately when Voldemort raised his wand.

Although this dynamic vision cannot increase his speed, it allows him to perceive the enemy's every move in battle and grasp every detail of the battle.

Just like now!

When the spell flew over, the flame in front of Cyrus suddenly flared up!

The fire is rising!

The flames spontaneously formed a wall, stretching across Cyrus' body. The powerful spell created a vacuum zone in the fire shield. The shattered sparks dissipated in front of Cyrus' eyes like blue butterflies.

This is the power of Voldemort. Just a random spell has such tremendous power.

But soon, the flames around him spread back and surrounded Cyrus, like a blue flower with its petals folded up to protect the pistil in the center.

Voldemort took the initiative to sound the battle horn, and Cyrus naturally did not intend to kneel. He raised his wand high, and the blue flame under his control surged up to the dome. In the flame, a fire dragon with devil horns rushed towards Voldemort.

But his attack had little effect.

Voldemort used fire to fight fire. The Fiendfyre, which was more ferocious than the fire shield, turned into a giant snake and fought with the fire dragon.

The flaming monster bit with its fangs and fought with its body.

However, the real old fire dragon in the secret vault was shivering and huddled in the corner, not daring to move.

The duel between the two became more intense, with all kinds of spells flying everywhere. This battle was enough to prove how strong Voldemort was. To be honest, the magical power in Cyrus' body at this moment was definitely greater than that of Voldemort who had not yet resurrected.

The opponent was only controlling the body of an ordinary dark wizard, but even so, he was able to fight Cyrus on equal terms with his superb magical knowledge.

The knowledge Voldemort gained during his years of traveling after graduating from Hogwarts is immeasurable. Anyone who really regards him as a fool who can only chew big melons is really stupid! The spells he casts casually have extremely powerful power.

Many of those dark magics were things Cyrus had never seen before, but their horror was even greater than that of the Killing Curse.

The Unforgivable Curses are so famous not because they are extremely powerful, but because they have no counter-curse. In fact, many dark spells are more powerful than the Killing Curse.

Cyrus's actual combat experience was far less than that of the Demonic Float, but fortunately, the fire shield was both a powerful spear and a solid shield. Most spells could not penetrate the defense of the fire shield. Cyrus felt like an artilleryman bombarding in a fortress, without having to worry too much about dodging, and only needed to output with all his strength.

Of course, Voldemort was not stupid, and he quickly realized that the fire released by Cyrus was not an ordinary protective magic.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you?" He laughed coldly, twirled his wand slightly, and used an armor spell to block a spell from Cyrus. Then, he shook his body and threw out a spell like lightning! No! Not just one! The spell in the front was like a flying black sun, blowing away the flames.

Voldemort's snake eyes reflected Cyrus standing in the flames in the vacuum zone.

He showed a cruel smile, and before the flames gathered again, several more spells suddenly popped out from the shadow of the previous spell! Those dark green black spells attacked Cyrus like a shadow.

They passed through the fire shield and were just millimeters away from Cyrus.

Voldemort saw Cyrus's astonished expression through the gap in the flames that were beginning to gather.

The next moment——

A violent explosion erupted in the center of the flames! Boom!!! The indestructible fire shield was destroyed from the inside, and the shock wave caused by the explosion shattered the layers of flames! The entire secret vault was filled with blue flame fragments, and the sparks swept to every corner of the secret vault like a storm, blowing those luxurious carved beams and painted buildings full of cracks.

Voldemort stood proudly in the fire.

“This is what I am good at!”

He seemed to be standing in the wilderness, surrounded by a flock of blue butterflies. He actually looked full of life and a gentle breeze.

Of course, the impact of the explosion was actually scorching, and the blue sparks continued to burn Voldemort's skin. They showed no signs of dying out, but instead were trying to take root like dandelions.

Where the fire butterfly fell, the flames rose again.

The flames had a paralyzing sting so intense that even dragons flinched.

The smug expression on Voldemort's face suddenly disappeared.

Because he saw the figure standing in the flames.

Cyrus looked the same as before, except that his golden eyes seemed to have become brighter. His right hand, holding the wand, hung at his side, and his left hand stretched forward, with lightning flashing in the palm, holding a dark green object.

That was one of the Dark Curses that Voldemort had just cast.

(End of this chapter)