Voldemort felt a fire burning in his chest, making his mouth dry and his trachea seem to be torn apart.

Cyrus' words were a humiliation to Voldemort. What he hated most was the half-Muggle blood in his body. In Voldemort's eyes, this was a shame and a proof of his noble bloodline!

That half Muggle blood is dirty.

It stinks!

But now, Cyrus dared to say that he was no different from a Muggle? His anger had burned to the extreme and erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, surging magic power was released from Voldemort's body like a tide, and the magic power stabbed out like a blade. Snake scales appeared on Voldemort's wrist, and those scales stood up, stinging like a blade! Cyrus let go of Voldemort's wrist.

"I will make you pay for what you said, Cyrus!" He said to Cyrus viciously, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if he was spitting out a poisonous curse like mud, blood and evil intertwined!

Cyrus immediately felt himself enveloped by a strong sense of malice.

The wizard's ability to cast spells is innate. Even without a wand, a young wizard can trigger a strong magical riot under extreme emotions, not to mention Voldemort at this moment. When he is awake, he can cast spells without a wand. At this moment, he is so angry that even his words are magical!

After all, magic is the power to change the world and reality, and a powerful wizard can even make his wishes come true!

If Cyrus was just a Muggle without magical powers at this moment, I am afraid that just these words from Voldemort would be enough to make him spend the rest of his life in misfortune.

Too bad, Cyrus is another powerful wizard!

"There's no point in being stubborn, Voldemort. The worst decision you made today was getting so close to me." Cyrus sneered.

"Master!" Little Batty was eager to get reinforcements, but the strong and vigorous Bulstrode stopped him.

"This is a confrontation between kings. It's not your place to interfere, boy!" Bulstrode had gray hair and a thin body. More than a decade of life in Azkaban was a bit too cruel for an old man.

He was almost unrecognizable, and there was much more madness and darkness in his heart than he appeared on the surface.

"Idiot! Look who is our real master!" Little Batty cursed angrily.

Of course he knew that Bulstrode was actually loyal. Even twelve years ago, this old member of the Death Eaters had not betrayed him. But now, just because a fake appeared, the other party actually turned against him? It was simply unreasonable!

"You are still very young, so it's normal that you don't understand." Bulstrode said softly, but his next words made little Barty unable to recover for a long time, "In fact, the two Dark Lords are the same person, aren't they?"

"What crazy things are you talking about?"

"Madness? I'm not senile," said Bulstrode calmly. "I've been a Death Eater longer than you've been, lad. I've seen the Dark Lord in his youth."

Bulstrode fell into a moment of recollection.

"At that time, the Death Eaters had not yet taken shape. We had another name, and most of those who were conquered by the Dark Lord's power gathered around him, like knights guarding the king. But I don't know when it all changed. Let me think - it was after the Dark Lord returned from his study tour and his appearance changed drastically."

The first Death Eaters were called "Wolpers and Knights". At that time, there were not many people in this small group. Everyone gathered around Voldemort for his noble bloodline. They believed in Voldemort's talent and believed that Voldemort would lead them to glory.

But when Voldemort disappeared briefly and returned, he became much more extreme.

Of course, the general direction has not changed, but gradually, everything has become different. The former ideals have long since become a banner to cover up Voldemort's reign of terror, and have little effect except luring some young and hot-headed wizards to join the Death Eaters.

Does this make pure blood noble?

At least Bulstrode did not think it noble to kneel like a dog, wag his tail, and humbly kiss the tips of a man's feet.

What once held them together was their ideals and admiration for Voldemort, but later only fear remained. How many of those who initially followed Voldemort died at the hands of the Aurors, and how many were killed by Voldemort himself?

Bulstrode looked at the Death Eaters who had stopped fighting each other. Among these people, apart from Barty Crouch Jr., who had an evil nature, how many of them came here trembling with fear on this night just because they were afraid of Voldemort's power?

Little Barty listened blankly to these unknown past events. He had never known these things and of course didn't really care.

He didn't care about pure blood or honor. He only knew that Voldemort, the great wizard, had a disgusting father just like him and had killed his father himself.

"This is betrayal! This is infidelity!"

"When the traitor is the leader of the organization, loyalty has long been a joke. It's not me who betrayed Hei-No,"

Bulstrode paused.

It took him a long while to finally make up his mind to finish the sentence: "It was not us who betrayed Voldemort, but Voldemort who betrayed us."

His voice was actually very soft, even a little unclear, but it was like thunder to everyone's ears! Even Sirius and the others did not dare to call the Dark Lord by his name, but Bulstrode said it.

This is not difficult to understand. In his opinion, there is only one Dark Lord, not Voldemort, but Cyrus now!

"You surprise me, Bulstrode."

Voldemort had calmed down a bit. He seemed to raise his head, his flat face like a snake, staring at Cyrus with vicious eyes. This time he learned his lesson, and after breaking free from Cyrus, he immediately distanced himself.

"Heal quickly!"

Voldemort pressed down the twisted wrist, and instantly, the blood flowed back, the flesh that had been shattered into powder regained its vitality, and the bone fragments pieced together, healing the wound in an instant.

Cyrus was not worried though, because Voldemort's wand fell at his feet and he was too late to take it away.

"I never thought you would say something so sad, Bulstrode." He seemed to no longer care about Cyrus, nor did he care about losing his wand. Instead, he looked at Bulstrode, as if persuading this old "friend" to return to his arms was more important than facing Cyrus, a powerful enemy.

In fact, this is true for Voldemort.

Even now, he felt that he still had a way to get rid of Cyrus, but what Bulstrode said would plant a seed of betrayal in the hearts of all the Death Eaters.

In addition to Cyrus, Voldemort's enemy also includes Dumbledore, and he doesn't want to be isolated and helpless.

"In fact, I have never changed, Bulstrode." Voldemort smiled, "Magic is power, this is a truth recognized by the Ministry of Magic. It's just that I didn't have absolute power at the beginning, so I had to hold high the banner of pure blood.

“But you see, things became different later. Except for Dumbledore, no one was my opponent. Even Dumbledore was helpless against me.” Voldemort said, “But I have never abandoned the pure-bloods, nor have I abandoned you, right? Pure-bloods have always been supreme, not half-bloods, let alone Muggles!”

"Half-bloods can be forgiven. It was a mistake made by their parents who were stupid at the time. But those Muggles and wizards from the Muggle world, are they qualified to stand by my side?"

"No!" Voldemort said firmly.

"The pure-blood supremacy you displayed was different from what I imagined." Bulstrode shook his head. "We should have gone in opposite directions a long time ago."

"I thought you would be smarter." Voldemort said coldly, "In the final analysis, strength is everything."

"But you were almost beaten to death!" Sirius sneered coldly.

Voldemort simply glanced at him, ignoring Sirius's intentions, and then looked at the rest of the Death Eaters and Cyrus.

"I know you may have lost some confidence in me, don't worry." Voldemort waved at a Death Eater and took a wand from him.

He doesn't care at all whether he is qualified or not. To him, except perhaps the Elder Wand, all other wands in the world are the same. They have no choice but to submit!

Then Voldemort raised his chin and looked at Cyrus.

"You know what? Although I tried to delay Dumbledore, in order to prevent the possibility that you two will come together, I have prepared a gift for you." He grinned like a snake, with the corners of his mouth torn wide.

The next moment, Voldemort suddenly summoned a half-meter-high dark iron-colored hollow sphere. Between the spheres was a black and red fluid, like a thick poisonous fog!

A huge amount of energy was locked inside it, and the sphere beat like an evil heart, giving people an uneasy feeling.

Just watching made Harry feel dizzy and all kinds of unpleasant emotions came over him.

The wizards who had been in Azkaban recalled some worse memories, their faces turned pale, and they staggered and fainted! "What is that?" Sirius supported the pale Bella and frowned tightly.

"Silently?"

Harry recognized the thing at a glance.

"That's what's in Rookwood Castle!" Harry grabbed the bone spur on the Thestral's back with one hand, and hung his body downward. His face was very ugly, not only because the thing sealed in the goblin's mithril affected his emotions, but also because he had seen how terrible this thing was! At that time, Voldemort still used the body of that ugly goblin. After it absorbed that power, its magic power immediately rose to another level. In the end, it was only by Dumbledore and Cyrus working together that the body was destroyed.

Cyrus didn't expect that Voldemort still retained a seal of negative emotions. Now things became more difficult!

The original Voldemort was already strong enough, but he still had to take advantage of the information gap to make a comeback. The magic power sealed in this goblin's mithril is not much, but if Voldemort absorbs this power, it can bring him a significant improvement!

There was already a certain gap between Cyrus and him, and this made it even more dangerous!

"He must be stopped!"

Cyrus' eyes darkened and a spell shot out from his wand.

Without hesitation, Voldemort stretched out his gray arm and slapped the spell away.

At the same time, Cyrus had already turned into a white mist and rushed towards Voldemort! But he was still a step too late, the sphere had already started to move! "Ka!"

With a crisp sound, the hollow goblin mithril scattered everywhere, and the sealed magic power surged out, rushing towards Voldemort like a stream flowing against the sky, pouring into his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and rushing into his chest!

Voldemort's body was lifted into the air by this force, and the hurricane created by the magic made it impossible for Cyrus to move.

"boom!"

In just a moment, Voldemort absorbed the seal left by Rookwood.

The strong shock wave hit again, and this time even Cyrus couldn't stand steadily and was swept into the air by the magic tide!

He transformed himself into a thunderbird and rode on the strong wind. As his wings fluttered, thunderclouds spread and covered the entire night!

He has become stronger!

This is just a small part of the power seal left by Charles Rookwood's small experiment to verify Morgana's magic. It is hard to imagine how strong the power left by Morgana is!

“Kill you first, Cyrus!” Voldemort opened his eyes, and it was as if a crack suddenly appeared between heaven and earth! “Boom!”

What responded to him was huge lightning and flowing fire! Black clouds wrapped in golden lightning and blazing flames came! Lightning connected the earth, turning this place into a huge lightning field! When lightning struck the ground, the ground shook and rocks shattered! Harry was already stunned, letting those Thestrals dodge the lightning nimbly. All the Death Eaters dared not stay here, but they did not dare to stay away. They cast Apparition without hesitation, but only left this huge thunderstorm and watched the battle from afar.

The thick clouds were heavy, pressing down on the earth like a mountain.

Electricity and fire transformed into dragons and rushed towards Voldemort!

But Voldemort waved his hand, and the blood-like magic power rose up, turning into a huge red-black giant snake, and pierced the chests of the Thunder Dragon and the Fire Dragon like a spear, smashing them heavily to the ground! The ground was charred.

Then, the red-black snakes rushed into the sky again, rushing towards Cyrus who was flying high in the thundercloud, wanting to tear Cyrus to pieces alive! This terrifying force far exceeded Cyrus's magic resistance after he turned into a thunderbird.

What was even more terrifying was that this power seemed to be corrosive. Cyrus tried to dive down and fight Voldemort at close range several times, but he couldn't find an opportunity at all. Instead, his body was scratched by the giant snakes, leaving a series of festering wounds! The stench of poison was still sizzling! "You're dead, Cyrus!" Voldemort shouted fiercely.

His eyes flashed a terrifying red light in the darkness. Those negative emotions made the already extreme Voldemort even more crazy. However, he was already very crazy, so this side effect was not so obvious at this moment.

Voldemort raised his wand high, his eyes saw through the thunderclouds and accurately found Cyrus's location.

The next moment——

"Avada Kendava!"

Green lightning shot out from the tip of his wand!

After sinking into the clouds, it immediately burst out in all directions like a beam of light shining into a prismatic crystal!

“Sizzle——”

The death curse became a huge net, trying to tie up the thunderbird in the black sea of ​​clouds!

Cyrus flapped his wings and flew high. His wings were flowing with black blood. The feathers soaked by the blood seemed to be corroded and gave off a foul smell and thick smoke!

Thunderclouds were hanging in the sky, and Cyrus was like a plane whose engine was hit, but he still tried hard to fly high into the sky.

But he was too slow! The killing curse swept across his back in an instant! The scattered killing curse did not weaken its power. In that instant, Cyrus felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. His golden eyes dimmed quickly like sparks, and then went out, losing all their brilliance.

It was a boundless, lonely darkness and abyss. He felt like he was falling, with a sense of weightlessness as if his feet would never touch the ground.

He wanted to flap his wings and fly, but there seemed to be no air around him to support him.

He didn't know when it would end.

But in fact, he had already fallen to the ground.

The lifeless body lay on the black soil that had been shaved off by the electric current. The ground emitted a bitter smell. Voldemort walked towards Cyrus' body with a grim smile on his face.

Perhaps due to the loss of magic power, Cyrus has turned back into a wizard with a pale face.

His eyes were still open, and his golden pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.

"I've said it before, we should have gone together, but you sought your own death." Voldemort seemed full of regret, but in fact, his face only showed an expression of mockery at Cyrus's arrogance.

"Look how pathetic you are!"

He squatted in front of Cyrus, stretched out his scaly hand, stroked Cyrus' cheek, and closed Cyrus' eyes.

The next step is to retrieve those split souls.

Do you want to repent?

Of course not, Voldemort has the ability to return his soul to his body.

He pinched Cyrus's face with his hands, his knuckles becoming more distinct due to the force.

"Come back, my soul!"

Cyrus felt his fall stop, as if a rope had grabbed him from behind and brought him back.

A little light seemed to appear in the endless darkness. He followed the light and saw a bloody heart beating strongly! Next to the heart, a black prismatic stone glowed, with a special pattern inside.

It's the Resurrection Stone!

After Voldemort recited the spell, he waited for a long time, and then he felt the temperature between his palms rise, no longer as cold as before. He immediately realized that the spell worked.

After a while, he will take out his split soul, and then piece them back into his body, and he will be almost complete!

As for the soul in Harry, he would take it back sooner or later.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the return of his soul, but the temperature in his palms was already burning, and he could even faintly feel the vibrating sound of drums, but the shattered souls still did not return to his body.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes and looked down.

At some point, Cyrus' eyes, which he had closed, opened again. His golden eyes were as clear and transparent as the elixir of life, like a mirror.

"You're not dead?"

Voldemort seemed to be severely frightened, or perhaps he was traumatized by the close-range beating from Cyrus before, so he quickly jumped away, trying to keep a distance from Cyrus.

But Cyrus was one step faster than him.

He grabbed Voldemort's arm.

"What gives you the illusion that you can kill me?" Cyrus asked back coldly.

His heart is the Philosopher's Stone, and he also carries the Resurrection Stone. Even if the God of Death himself comes, it is not so easy to kill him. The eternal life and immortality that Voldemort dreamed of are already within reach in Cyrus' hands.

"Stop playing tricks. If I can't kill you once, I'll kill you twice, or three times!"

Voldemort held his wand in reverse, as if he was going to use it to pierce Cyrus' temple directly!

"You don't stand a chance!"

Cyrus turned his head to avoid the attack, and the next moment, a vortex suddenly opened in the air. Cyrus and Voldemort's bodies were stretched out and twisted together like shoelaces thrown into a washing machine, and were sucked into the vortex.

“Bang!”

The space closed. ——Voldemort rolled on the ground several times.

There were jagged, protruding, sharp rocks beneath me.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a huge underground space. The light here was dim, but he could still see clearly.

What about Cyrus?

He quickly stood up and looked around, but his eyes suddenly widened and his body was petrified as if he had stared into the eyes of a serpent monster.

Following his line of sight, he saw a huge object not far away - hundreds of times larger than the hollow sphere he had broken before - it was supported by rocks above and below, emitting a scarlet murderous light, like the heart and veins of the earth!

——This is the legacy left by the dark wizard Morgana.

Endless terrifying magic.

It's like a blocked devil that carries infinite evil.

Due to years of sealing, the ball of magic power had apparently developed its own consciousness, curled up in the mithril sphere like the embryo of a young dragon.

And under that huge embryo stood a familiar shadow of Voldemort.

—Cyrus!

At this moment, Cyrus withdrew his gaze from the embryo and turned to look at Voldemort.

"I wonder if you've ever heard of the motto of Hogwarts?"

He held high a wand inlaid with crystals, a silver rusty crown on his head, and a golden holy grail in front of him.

A hint of doubt appeared on Voldemort's face.

“Ka——”

The seal has been lifted.

The huge magic power rushed down like a waterfall, submerging Cyrus completely, but then turned into a whirlpool and poured into the seemingly narrow golden cup! The two fragments of Voldemort's soul became huge carriers of negative emotions, while the magic power itself poured into Cyrus' body!

"I'll tell you!"

He opened his eyes, and the broken crown and golden cup fell to the ground in disarray. In the darkness, Cyrus' eyes turned red gold, like a tyrant! "Sleeping dragon, do not disturb!"

(End of this chapter)