Bella looked at the handsome Cyrus with burning eyes, and for a moment she forgot the pain in her arm. Not only her, but all the Death Eaters were knocked down by the huge magic power, looking up at the figure who was almost a god like ants.

There was no doubt that this was their King, the one they had sworn allegiance to, the Dark Mark was stinging, calling!

But there was doubt in his eyes. How could there be two Dark Lords in this world?

The Death Eaters immediately thought of the "fake" that Voldemort had just mentioned, but this fake was so gorgeous that the real Voldemort looked even more shabby at this moment, like a tattered fake.

"Although I had imagined it, I never thought you would actually dare to come before me," Voldemort said lazily.

Although he looked a little shabby at the moment, his power was still very strong. In the explosion of fire just now, he was the only one who was not even stained with dust. He was not surprised to see Cyrus, as if he had expected the other party to appear.

"—Especially since you came here alone."

The Dark Mark can summon Death Eaters, so it can naturally be sensed by Cyrus. This is the spell they invented. However, Voldemort thought that Cyrus would go to Dumbledore first.

It was a pity that Dumbledore was trapped in the Ministry of Magic by his tricks. If Cyrus showed up in the Ministry of Magic, it would cause another round of trouble. By then, he would have already left with Harry. As for now——

He looked at Cyrus arrogantly. It was obviously a better choice to kill him here!

No, not just kill! I want to swallow Cyrus alive like a snake!

Digest him! Take back what belongs to you! "Why would I be afraid? Do you think I'm afraid of you, my defeated opponent?" Cyrus laughed contemptuously, but his words caused an uproar among the Death Eaters.

The Dark Lord lost? Not only to the "Boy-Who-Lived", but also to the man in front of him whom he called a "fake" - another Dark Lord.

After hearing this news, those Death Eaters who were already not so determined became even more shaken.

At first, the purebloods followed Voldemort's footsteps just for their own interests, but when Voldemort became more powerful and completely tore off his disguise, although he still preached the slogan of pure-blood supremacy, what was the reality?

Whether they are pureblood or half-blood, they are nothing more than his servants.

They didn't care how cruel Voldemort was to Muggles and even Muggle wizards, but now they were the ones who were wagging their tails like dogs and begging for mercy. But were they willing to give in? They were simply afraid of Voldemort's cruel and powerful methods! But now, this power seemed to no longer be unmatched. Was it necessary for them to work for Voldemort? Was it necessary to risk their lives and stay by the side of a poisonous snake that could bite their throats at any time? Their eyes moved back and forth between Cyrus and Voldemort, eager to know whether what Cyrus said was true, but they were frightened by Voldemort's terror and dared not act rashly.

The young wizard was seen walking in the flames. His arrogant yet calm demeanor made him look even more dignified than Voldemort's devilish posture at the moment.

Cyrus walked to Harry's side, the flames roared, burning the bones of old Tom Riddle, and the black and gray dust floated into the night sky. The ropes on Harry's body were also burned, and the flames healed his wounds as they passed through his body.

"Sorry, I got caught again..." Harry said to Cyrus a little embarrassedly.

He really felt that he was useless. He was kidnapped by Voldemort's men twice, and in the safest Hogwarts...

Harry couldn't even imagine whether he could survive more than two days if he left Hogwarts one day.

"Even Sirius and Dumbledore didn't notice Barty Jr.'s disguise. It's not your fault, Harry." Cyrus said gently. He looked at the Death Eaters with a burning and warm gaze. Those hostile people seemed to be frightened by a bird of prey! Voldemort didn't seem to be angry or annoyed by Cyrus' words. His renewed strength gave him confidence.

"I don't deny my previous failure. Of course, I call it a failure because I failed to kill you. But there is nothing to be proud of for you to achieve a tiny victory when I was at my weakest." There was a dangerous smell in his erect pupils, like the smell of blood.

"Now I am completely resurrected," he said, and the yew wand in his hand twirled. Voldemort did not cast any spells, but his powerful magic still created wind and waves, suppressing Cyrus's flames.

"You haven't seen me at my strongest, right?" Voldemort still believed that Cyrus was the soul in his diary.

"I can forgive your youth, but I cannot tolerate your overstepping of authority," his voice became colder and colder. In fact, from the very beginning, Voldemort intended to kill Cyrus in front of all the Death Eaters.

Only by killing Cyrus with his own hands can he prove his strength to those Death Eaters who have their own ulterior motives, prove that his so-called failures in the past were nothing, and prove that he is still the Dark Lord that no one can match!

"Look, friends, I am going to dispel all the misunderstandings in your minds." His gaze turned around and returned to Cyrus. "I will kill him now to prove my strength, right here and right now, in front of you. Now that I am no longer weak, and there is no Dumbledore here to help him, you will not doubt who is more powerful."

Voldemort spoke in a low voice, and his murderous intent was like a column of blood gushing out after his throat was cut! The next moment, Cyrus and Voldemort attacked together.

Neither of them cared about etiquette. Cyrus had a blank expression on his face. He protected Harry behind him with his left hand, took a step forward, and swung out his right hand holding the wand. The flames immediately rushed towards Voldemort like a wave! The flames burst out!

Voldemort shattered the flames with a casual blow, and the shattered flames dissipated like foam.

Then, he pressed the magic wand in the direction of Cyrus, the fire shield was forced back, and the pressure on Cyrus immediately doubled!

The fully resurrected Voldemort indeed possessed unparalleled power. Even though Cyrus's magic power had been greatly enhanced by ancient magic, he was still at a disadvantage in an instant.

Voldemort's power is simply incomprehensible. Perhaps only Dumbledore, holding the Elder Wand, can defeat him.

He shattered the flames, took a step forward into the darkness, raised his wrist high, and violently cast a black spell!

The spell flew towards Cyrus, but it overwhelmed the Death Eaters so much that they could not stand up straight.

Little Batty lay on the ground, raising his head with difficulty, the flames and strong winds pressing on his back.

The gap in power is so obvious at this moment!

Little Barty is also a very talented wizard, but in this battle he is not even qualified to intervene and help.

"God's sword has no shadow!"

The invisible blade cut through the spell, and Cyrus did not dare to be distracted for a moment. The cut spell flew past him with the wind, and the airflow brought by it rolled up the golden hair on his forehead.

The two people's spells alternated back and forth in the dark night, and the flickering lights were like rapid signal lights in the fog. Voldemort played the dark magic in a variety of ways, and many of the spells Cyrus had never seen before. He did not dare to take them head-on, and fought back with ancient magic. His spells were powerful and thunderous!

“Is this all you can do?” Voldemort raised his chin arrogantly. The gesture he used when casting the spell was very special, with his wrist raised high, full of contempt.

And he did have the capital to be arrogant. His powerful magic power was simply unreasonable. The power of the spell made Cyrus' wrist sore and his palm swollen and painful.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cyrus was at a disadvantage, and Voldemort's attacks were becoming more fierce.

"As expected of the Dark Lord." Cyrus felt more and more exhausted.

After all, the man who was called the Dark Lord and brought fear to the British wizarding world by himself was not just difficult to kill. In terms of talent alone, he might be better than Dumbledore. If Dumbledore didn't have the Elder Wand, the outcome of the two would be unknown! At this rate, Cyrus could only use his trump card.

After another spell split the ground, Voldemort seized a flaw in Cyrus. At this moment, Cyrus had just deflected one of Voldemort's spells, and was surrounded by three more spells.

Voldemort's wand glows green!

He had an extremely pleased expression on his face, and his voice was dull and excited—

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell was like a lightning spear, piercing into the gaps between the spells and pointing straight at Cyrus' heart!

"Fire shield protection!"

Death was reflected in Cyrus' golden pupils. He swirled his wand, and blue flames rose up, colliding with three black spells. The explosion blew up the flames, and the smoke and dust were ten meters high! The flying gravel broke Harry's glasses and almost blinded him! "Boom!!!"

The loud noise and thick dust looked like holy ashes under the moonlight. Harry was carried away by the impact of the explosion and rolled on the ground for several times before he stopped.

Voldemort glanced at him, moved his hand slightly, and actually used a spell to protect Harry.

Of course, he didn't let anyone see or notice it.

At the same time, the killing curse twisted and turned like a poisonous snake, passing through the high-temperature dust after the flames bloomed, and secretly opened its deadly fangs!

Silently.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into silence. No human figures could be seen in the thick dust. Only the trace left by the green spell was still clearly visible in everyone's eyes.

"Mr. Sellers?!" Harry was stunned.

This second seemed to have no end. For the first time, death appeared so clearly before Harry's eyes, like a girl who had taken off all her clothes.

He seemed to think this was a dream, until Voldemort's laughter woke him up, and Harry realized what had happened.

"Cyrus is dead, hehe..."

But his pleasure hardly lasted for a second, and the dust that had been falling quietly began to stir up again. It was blown high into the air, and something in the dust created a hurricane!

"Cry!"

The next moment, a loud cry echoed in the night sky, and a huge shadow rose from the gray dust, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes! Only this phoenix was bathed in golden lightning!

“Boom!”

The clouds instantly obscured the moonlight!

The thunderbird spread its golden wings!

Voldemort was still amazed at how the Thunderbird appeared, when a lightning bolt four or five meters thick struck him the next moment !

The lightning hit his chest almost squarely, and Voldemort flew backwards like a rag doll, rolling lifelessly on the ground for several times before stopping.

At this moment, apart from the dull thunder, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the Death Eaters.

Cyrus flapped his wings and fell down with the wind. The golden wings suddenly retracted and slowly turned into the back of a black windbreaker, falling lightly.

He changed back to his original appearance, but the wizards present looked at him with more surprise, even fear and madness.

"He turned into... a thunderbird?!"

Little Barty felt that the world must be crazy. It was common sense that wizards could not transform into magical creatures. Every wizard who tried to break this rule was completely transformed into a five-legged beast without wisdom without exception.

But now this rule seems to be broken? ! And the one who broke this iron rule was the Dark Lord whom he considered a "fake".

Barty Jr. still firmly believed that Cyrus was a fake, and of course, it was true. But obviously, other Death Eaters didn't think so. Those Death Eaters who were originally wavering had already wavered after seeing Cyrus' power with their own eyes.

As for those who were loyal to Voldemort, they did not resurrect Voldemort themselves, and it is actually unclear which one is true.

What Voldemort said before was just his one-sided statement. Who can guarantee that it is true? Perhaps, the person in front of him might be the real Dark Lord? Barty was angry and worried at the moment. He knew the nature of those fence-sitters better than anyone else. If the Dark Lord really lost, these people could abandon the Dark Lord once, and they would naturally do it a second time!

But Cyrus's golden eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

He stepped forward, looking down at all the Death Eaters, and then drew a barrier of fire around himself.

"Now, make your choice and bow to your true master!"

Cyrus said grimly.

He was almost forcing, yet seemed generous.

Harry was in the fire, looking at Cyrus with a hesitant look. At first, he thought Cyrus was killed, but in the blink of an eye, Cyrus defeated Voldemort again.

Now, Cyrus looked like he was going to recruit those scums all over again, which made Harry feel very uncomfortable.

Did he really intend to inherit Voldemort's power and become the next demon king? He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

At this moment, he heard Cyrus' lazy yet tempting voice again:

"Walk with me through the fire!"

OK, here comes the update. It's late, but I'm really fine. Thank you for your concern. It's mainly because I'm too busy today, and the food in Sanya's snack street is really bad and expensive. A bowl of Chongqing noodles for 58 yuan? Does Sanya have its own financial system?

(End of this chapter)