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 and the posture looked a little funny.

The rest of the people could see the appearance of the Thestrals, but although this Pegasus looked scary, its strength 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 several deans.

Sirius saw Bella and Harry standing very close from a distance, and he suddenly became nervous, worried that Harry was being held hostage by Bella, thinking that Voldemort was going to use Harry's life to threaten Cyrus! He jumped behind the Thestrals without hesitation, and used a short-distance Apparition, as if he was traveling in a white cloud, and even he himself seemed to have become a cloud, falling rapidly. Before his human form was completely condensed, his wand had already been swung out, turning into a whip and lashing at Bella.

"Stay away from my godson!"

Sirius knew his sister's character very well, and he did not hesitate to attack. But Bella was not to be trifled with, she dodged the whip sideways, then stepped forward and directly pressed the curved wand against Sirius' throat.

"Open your eyes and see clearly, my good brother, now we are on the same side!" Bella didn't look angry at all, she had a playful smile on her face, like a crazy person.

"You?" Sirius raised his voice, his pupils dilated, "with us?"

The expression on his face was like the absurdity he would have after hearing about the mouse being the bridesmaid for the cat.

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

He didn't know Bella's past, but he knew clearly that Cyrus was now facing a fateful duel with Voldemort. He didn't want Bella to conflict with Sirius, which would result in insufficient troops on his side.

"Let go, Sirius." Cyrus said softly without turning back. Somehow his words were as powerful as Dumbledore's, making people feel convinced.

Sirius immediately let go of his wand and turned to look at Voldemort. With just one glance, his eyes widened! Voldemort had indeed resurrected!

This terrifying look was like a devil! Little did he know that Voldemort was just as shocked as Sirius at this moment. He looked at Sirius and the other people who fell from the Thestrals with his cat-like pupils, not knowing what to say.

It’s so cool to see Voldemort and the Order of the Phoenix fighting side by side!

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

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

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

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

If it weren't for him, this horrible demon wouldn't have been resurrected. He felt very guilty, but he was powerless to do anything.

"Professor, has Headmaster Dumbledore arrived?" Harry asked quickly.

This time, Mag looked embarrassed.

"Dumbledore was delayed by something, and we tried to contact him. Don't worry, Harry, we will bring 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.

What Harry was afraid of was not 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 since a while ago, suddenly spoke. Harry was startled by his voice, and it seemed that only at this time he noticed that Snape was standing here.

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

It was unknown when the fire went out. Snape lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the people lying on the ground. The dark mark on their arms had disappeared, and was replaced by a spiral mark that looked like smoke and a tall tower.

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

But they were much less imposing than the Death Eaters on the other side.

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

"So, Severus, you betrayed me too?"

In fact, Voldemort valued Snape as much as Barty Jr., otherwise he would not have sent Snape to Hogwarts as a spy. 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, when Snape was bailed out by Dumbledore, Voldemort still did not feel that Snape had betrayed him.

But tonight, Snape did not rush 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 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, and he couldn't help but look at Snape. Listening to their conversation, Snape seemed to have a girl he loved deeply, which 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, trying to ask about his godfather, but Sirius didn't know either. He knew that Snape had a good relationship with Lily before, but then they parted ways, and Snape even insulted Lily as a mudblood in public.

Who could have thought that there was a person whose love was so profound?

Snape's every move was under Voldemort's watch. Snape stared into Voldemort's eyes without retreating, but the wand in his hand tilted at 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, and what he said just now was just for Cyrus and others to hear. As long as he gave the order, Snape would immediately 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 feelings in his heart. He thought Snape's behavior at this moment was reasonable. What was there to be nostalgic about a dead woman, someone else's wife?

He sent a signal to Snape, telling 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 deviated again.

His eyes were as calm as a dead man's, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Things turned out just as Cyrus had 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 over again!"

Although he said so, he did not act immediately. Instead, he gently waved his arms, and the Death Eaters took the lead in attacking!

The two sides had similar numbers of people, and it immediately turned into a fierce melee.

Harry got his wand back, which was brought by the Thestrals. The Thestrals followed the smell of blood and found where Harry was taken, where Hagrid found Harry's wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

He ducked to avoid a spell and immediately counterattacked.

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

At least every time he shouted, the Death Eaters on the opposite side had to be careful of his attack.

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

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

He had to keep Harry alive, but he had to find a reason.

Now the Death Eaters became even more cautious, fearing that they would accidentally kill Harry.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Spells were like rising and falling meteors, constantly flashing in the darkness. Bella grabbed Harry's collar, pulled Harry back from the front when he was about to rush towards Voldemort, and threw him backwards.

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

"Don't go and die, boy!" Bella said unhappily, while cruelly throwing a killing curse, hitting a Death Eater in the chest! After killing someone, she immediately shouted excitedly.

Although she has now joined Cyrus, her nature has not changed. She is crazy and cruel, and shows no mercy to her enemies.

"Bella!" Rosdorf jumped out from nowhere. He and his brother Rabastan surrounded Bella from the front and the back. 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 condensed in front of her to block the attack for her. Then she swung out a rope of fire and chopped it out fiercely!

The flames missed Rabastan, but struck another Death Eater in the back, leaving him with a bruised and battered flesh.

"Transform quickly!" Rosdorf pointed his wand, and several earth guards immediately rose from the ground, charging towards Bella with sharp spears. He himself did not rest and attacked again! "Bellatrix," he shouted awkwardly, "Lestrange does not need betrayers!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Thunder explosion!"

"boom!"

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

He didn't like the Black family at all before, and he thought everyone in the family was a jerk. But now, he knew about Regulus' heroic deeds, and saw Bellatrix leave Voldemort and stand 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 his sister's current appearance and vent his anger! "The Black family's bloodline is dedicated to the birth of traitors."

Not far away, Voldemort sneered, and it was obvious that he was thinking of Regulus. However, this sentence scared Lucius, who was fighting with Snape, so much that he almost dropped his wand.

Narcissa also has Black blood, and Lucius thought his betrayal had been discovered.

Fortunately, Voldemort was just venting his displeasure for a moment, and he might not remember Narcissa's previous last name. She was just a woman who was independent of the Death Eaters.

Lucius and Snape were not trying hard. They didn't know that the other party was undercover, but they both started to take advantage of the situation.

Voldemort was probably tired, he and Cyrus stood in the flames of war, countless spells passed through their sides dangerously, but no spell could get close to them.

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

Voldemort began to attack.

He flicked his wrist, and the spell immediately shot out like a huge beam of light!

The air vibrated, and a violent wind blew up! Voldemort's robes were lifted up, rustling in the wind!

Cyrus raised his wand to fight back. At that moment, all the 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, was blown away.

Harry, the smallest of the group, was like a plastic bag blown up by a strong wind, and suddenly rushed into the sky! Fortunately, the Thestrals were still hovering in the sky, and they caught Harry.

The impact of the explosion broke the surrounding thick trees.

Flying sand and rocks!

The place where the two spells intersected seemed to have become the center of a typhoon, and the strong winds cut like a knife.

Voldemort looked relaxed as he waved his magic, held his wand high, and strode forward to force Cyrus back.

Cyrus' arms were shaking, he clenched his teeth, and his facial features were twisted together, but even so, he still looked handsome.

The light in his pupils became brighter and bright electric sparks flashed between his golden hair!

"ah!"

He shouted loudly and shook his wrist, immediately breaking the balance point of the spell collision. He raised his right hand high, and the two people's spells were linked together, so that Voldemort's wrist seemed to be pulled up by a force! "Clang!"

The two spells suddenly bent and broke towards the sky, bursting out like flying sparks!

“Bang!”

Like fireworks blooming in the night sky! Voldemort did not give up the attack just because he was thrown away by the spell. He turned his wrist and chopped the air with his wand. The short wand cut through the air.

Then, an invisible blade attacked! "Swish!"

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. Apparition has a certain delay, and he could be hit even at the moment of teleportation. This is how Dobby died under Bella's dagger in the original book.

The Shield Charm might not be able to stop Voldemort's attack. Cyrus's mind was stretched to its limits at that moment. He barely thought about it, but he had already ruled out two options.

At this moment, the invisible blade was close at hand, and the cut air was extremely sharp, stinging Cyrus' cheek.

The others could not see this dangerous moment, but Harry, who was riding on the Thestral in the sky, saw 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 vertically did not appear. The short distance of several meters seemed to be infinitely stretched. No, 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 were already a hundred meters apart, almost as far as a playground. They looked at each other from a distance and could hardly see their faces clearly.

Between the two of them, there was a huge gully left by the blade! "The traceless extension spell, 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, or even squeezed into a ball.

The two of them seemed to be far apart in the last second, but now they were so close! So close that they could feel each other's breath! "It's unexpected. I thought you must stink." Cyrus said sarcastically, but it was also the truth. Who made Voldemort look like he had lived in a garbage dump for several years at this moment? That gray snake face seemed to be full of dirt.

But actually it was just his sick skin.

This is the result of a magical experiment.

"You can't be tough with your words," 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!"

There is no peculiar smell on Voldemort, but he always gives people a horrible and bloody feeling.

His confidence is not unfounded.

Even though Cyrus had narrowed the magic gap caused by his age with the help of the ancient magic enhancement, the magical transformations Voldemort made to himself were not so simple.

"I admit that you are stronger in magic." Cyrus said lightly.

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

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

The golden pupils that shone like the sun and the gray eyes that looked like death stared at each other.

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

"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 restrained by a huge force!

He panicked.

Then, a soft voice was heard.

"Expelliarmus."

Disarming spell? Voldemort looked at Cyrus's right hand holding the wand, which did not move at all. He had no time to wonder before he heard a crisp sound.

“Crack!”

His wrist was twisted like a twist! At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Voldemort never dreamed that his wrist would be broken by brute force one day! The bones inside were shattered, and the gray flesh was mixed with rotten blood.

Harry looked clearly in the sky, and the hand was just as it had been a year ago when he was treated by Lockhart, hanging like a pitiful little thing.

Voldemort's wand fell.

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

"I really admire you for being so close to me!" Cyrus laughed softly, his words full of sarcasm. Since he completed the transformation of magical animals, the strength of his body has reached an incredible level.

He is a thunderbird in human form!

"Owner……"

The strong magical aura had stopped, and everyone saw how miserable Voldemort was at this moment. The Death Eaters who were loyal to him all showed despair on their faces, except for Barty Jr. - this servant had only madness on his face!

"You are so conceited that you named your servants Death Eaters and told them not to back down even when facing death. You have spent your entire life pursuing immortality and ways to defeat death. You think you are above the mundane world, but look..."

Cyrus raised his left hand and lifted up Voldemort's twisted, rotten hand. Then he leaned over and whispered in Voldemort's ear: "Your blood is also red, no different from a Muggle's."

Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted.

His originally astonished face was now covered with pain! It was as if what really hurt him was not the physical injury, but Cyrus' words! Is he no different from a Muggle? These words were like someone stuffing a curled-up hedgehog into his ears! Voldemort had a ball of rage in his chest that wanted to burn Cyrus to ashes! 　I was originally planning to write 8,000 words, but I couldn't finish it, so I'll just write 6,000 today and 6,000 tomorrow. This way the number of words is about the same. Tomorrow should be the end of this battle, and Cyrus will also gain the power of ancient magic, and this volume is almost coming to an end.

The detailed outline for the next volume has not been made yet, and the subsequent plot involves the Goblet of Fire and breaking the Statute of Secrecy, which is not easy to write.

(End of this chapter)