At this moment, Voldemort was lying quietly on the ground, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

But if you look closely, you will find that he is no longer breathing and his body is very cold. He is completely a corpse.

Cyrus was safe and sound, but the special magic wand in his hand was covered with cracks. The blue crystal looked like shattered tempered glass after a heavy blow, and it was obvious that it could no longer be used.

As for the elderberry wand he had bought not long ago, it was now covered with cracks, as if it would be completely overwhelmed and shattered into pieces if any spell was cast on it, even if it only produced a little spark.

Time goes back a few minutes.

Cyrus broke the seal under Hogwarts and awakened the long-sleeping magical embryo that already had the shape of a dragon.

The magic power already had consciousness, and after being awakened, it immediately spread its black wings like death and spit out dark flames towards the sky!

Voldemort's mind was still echoing with Cyrus's question.

The motto of Hogwarts? He had long forgotten that insignificant thing. But now, looking at the awakened dragon, Voldemort finally understood what this sentence meant.

But it was too late, the dragon had awakened, and the magic power poured down like a huge waterfall, drowning Cyrus!

The handsome wizard stood in the middle, with his arms open, as if he was being baptized by black blood! Under the impact of this black magic, the silver crown on Cyrus' head and the golden cup in front of him became more and more mottled. They seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years in an instant. The power of decay made them rusty and even completely unrecognizable.

The crown had turned rusty red, and the delicate sculptures on top were no longer recognizable, as if they would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch. The golden cup was even corroded with several holes, and looked even worse than the bowl used by stray dogs on the roadside.

However, within these two items that would probably be rejected if sold as scrap, two shrill cries began to echo.

As the Horcrux almost collapsed under the influence of magic, Voldemort's two soul fragments seemed to have reached their limit. They escaped from the shackles of the Horcrux and turned into two black snakes with half human faces and rushed out! However, Cyrus just flipped his palm and trapped the two fragments in his hand.

Then, the fragments of the soul were swallowed by him, along with the huge dark power, which completely poured into Cyrus' body and flowed rapidly in his blood vessels!

In the spacious cave, the huge dragon shadow shrank, as if it was a tailed beast sealed in the body of the Jinchūriki, and completely merged with Cyrus.

The broken crown and golden cup finally turned into two lifeless things at this moment, falling like rotten and dead bones, paving the way for Cyrus to become king!

Cyrus opened his eyes.

His eyes were not the evil blood red like Voldemort or Lanlock who had absorbed some of the dark power, but were red gold, looking both noble and powerful! The whites of his eyes did not turn black, and his expression was calm, as if he had not been tainted with any madness.

"How dare you use my soul to bear those darkness!" Voldemort could naturally see what Cyrus had done, so he became even more angry.

The souls in the Horcruxes were very important to him, but now, Cyrus had destroyed his two Horcruxes at once, and used those two souls as carriers to bear the side effects of dark magic. It was simply hateful!

Cyrus was not aware of Voldemort's inner thoughts at the time. He was just feeling the magic power flowing through his body, as if a sea was passing through him!

Of course, it’s not that exaggerated in reality.

Although the magic power left by Morgana is huge, it is only relative to ordinary wizards. Wizards like Voldemort or Dumbledore have huge magic power. If the magic power in their bodies gets out of control, they will become another monster.

After all, without Cyrus, that huge magical mass, even if it had its own consciousness, could not be a match for Voldemort. Even if Creedon could control the Obscurus, he was just a slightly stronger wizard in Dumbledore's hands.

But now, after this power was absorbed by Cyrus, it was equivalent to the superposition of two magical powers. Of course, there was a certain loss, but it was enough for Cyrus to make up for the gap of several decades and stand on the same level as Voldemort at this moment!

No! He is now stronger than Voldemort! Perhaps, only Dumbledore with the Elder Wand can stand up to Cyrus now!

Cyrus chuckled and raised his wand towards Voldemort.

"Now, tell me who is stronger?"

He sneered contemptuously and launched an attack immediately without waiting for Voldemort to respond!

Just a casual strike had a completely different effect from before. The strength of the spell was several times stronger than before. After the spell was fired, it was like a heavy artillery, shaking the dust under his feet! This was just the aftermath of the spell, not to mention the power of the spell itself.

It's like a trembling sun!

The spell flew out at high speed and was pulled into an elliptical shape!

"boom!!!"

Voldemort swung his arm vigorously and detonated the spell in mid-air. The impact of the explosion immediately reverberated back and forth in the cave, and the ground began to shake violently. Even the stone cones above his head were broken and fell like a rain of swords! The rocks were torn apart!

Yet the attacks continued.

Cyrus's spell never stopped, just like Voldemort before, at this moment the offense and defense were different, and Voldemort was completely at a disadvantage.

But Voldemort is Voldemort after all.

He opened his snake-like mouth and spit out blood-red fire. The flames turned into a ferocious monster and attacked!

Cyrus held the wand in his arm high up, and the wand drew a perfect arc in the air. Under his feet, another black and red flame ignited! "Hot Hell!"

It was like the flames of hell that punished the devil, boiling like lava! This was a spell that Cyrus had invented before, and it was the first time he had used it. The fire of hell was like a flame within a flame, instantly burning up all the fierce fire that Voldemort had vomited as fuel!

At the same time, the shadows of demons emerged from the flames.

They formed into skeletons and began to crawl in the fire, like ghosts returning from hell to claim Voldemort's life, walking with staggering steps.

The flames spread in all directions, and these monsters were born from the fire continuously.

For a moment, Voldemort stared at the monsters' faces, stunned.

Some of them were familiar faces to Voldemort, faces he could not forget, such as James Potter and Lily Potter, who were killed by him twelve years ago, old Tom Riddle, who died in his hands decades ago, and the bloodline of the Gaunt family; there were also some faces he could not remember at all, perhaps they were just poor people who were killed by him unintentionally, or died because of him.

But now, they are back from hell!

Am I afraid of these dead souls?

No! Voldemort attacked mercilessly, and the spell hit a corpse's chest directly, immediately causing a violent explosion! The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed thousands of troops.

"You are far from being able to play with the Inferi in front of me!" Voldemort sneered.

But Cyrus shook his head.

"That's not an Inferi, that's just your sin. There's only one thing you should do -

This was of course nonsense to Voldemort, and he thrust his wand downward, thrusting it hard into the hard ground.

"All curses come to an end!"

The power of the universal spell-breaking curse took effect under the influence of Voldemort's huge magic power and powerful magic strength. The thin golden curtain became an indestructible wall, blocking the continued spread of the hellfire, and even the undead who were constantly reborn in the flames were also stopped! The effect of the end of all curses is very simple. It can break the magic of some spells and make them no longer effective.

Most spells, except for the Unforgivable Curses, can be stopped by a universal antidote, as long as the caster is strong enough.

Yes, except for the Unforgivable Curses!

Cyrus took a step forward! "Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two death curses collided with each other, and the breath and shadow of death immediately began to spread. The gray-green light turned into something like mist, and then shook out like ripples!

Voldemort was filled with anger and murderous intent, and this spell was unprecedentedly powerful!

The green light rushed out like a flood.

“Ka——”

There was a tiny cracking sound in the air.

The huge output of magic power overwhelmed Cyrus' wand, but no one stopped!

Cyrus held up the broken wand, raised his head, the hurricane blowing his hair in front of his forehead, and he walked towards Voldemort.

The aftermath of the spell even triggered the magical protection of Hogwarts Castle on the ground a few hundred meters above. The transparent barrier expanded, making the young wizards in the castle tremble with fear. Even the professors who stayed in the castle were full of worry.

They had never seen such a scene before.

Most of the young wizards came to the hall under the arrangement of the prefects and other professors. Most of them had no idea what was going on.

Only Ron, Hermione and Ginny gathered together, praying that Cyrus and the professors could return safely with Harry.

At the same time, the fireplace in the empty principal's office suddenly ignited with green flames.

A tall and thin figure walked out from the flames. He had a serious face, a long beard, half-moon glasses, and his nose seemed to be broken into several pieces.

The portraits on the wall seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. As soon as Fitzgerald saw Dumbledore, he immediately said anxiously: "They are now underground in Hogwarts. The seal we left behind has been broken. I'm afraid it's too late."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded. He now only hoped that it was not Voldemort who broke the seal, otherwise no one would be able to subdue him.

As soon as Dumbledore stretched out his hand, the phoenix immediately turned into a ball of fire and wrapped him up. The next moment, he disappeared in the fire.

In the cave.

When Dumbledore arrived with the Phoenix, all that was left of Voldemort was a cold corpse.

Cyrus stood beside Voldemort holding his broken wand, as if mourning for him.

The cave was collapsing and huge rocks were falling, but it was supported by several huge spiral towers. These towers were created by Cyrus to prevent Hogwarts from sinking after the ground collapsed.

The phoenix circled in the air, then immediately flew towards Cyrus and stood on Cyrus' shoulder affectionately.

Dumbledore also walked quickly across the cracked stone bridge and came to Cyrus' side.

"It's really him." He said softly, as if relieved. "You killed him?"

"You know very well that Voldemort cannot be killed." Cyrus said without turning his head.

"At least now he has returned to his pitiful self," said Dumbledore. "He has worked so hard to obtain a body, and now it is destroyed in your hands."

Cyrus did not answer, but talked about another matter.

"I inherited the power sealed by the guardians," he looked at Dumbledore with his red-gold eyes, as if testing him, "Do you regret agreeing to let me take the test, Dumbledore?"

One Dark Lord was destroyed, but another, stronger Dark Lord was born! The dark power left by Morgana combined with Cyrus's talent, even Voldemort is no match!

"This is not my legacy. If even the guardian thinks you are qualified, what right do I have to stop you?" Dumbledore said, "In fact, Fitzgerald has always believed that light and darkness complement each other. I believe you will not become a servant of power. And the facts seem to be so."

"Maybe." Cyrus looked down at the wand in his hand, then turned and left.

"In a hurry to leave?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I think maybe someone would like you to stay in Hogwarts. After going through so much, we need a grand dinner to celebrate our victory."

"It's a long way from victory, Dumbledore." Cyrus shook his head, but he thought of Ginny again, so he paused.

"I will attend the dinner." ——The day gradually brightened.

As the night passed, Voldemort and his Death Eaters disappeared.

Harry and the others returned to the jungle where the battle had taken place. Of course, this place no longer looked like a jungle. Instead, it looked like a scorched earth, enduring the catastrophe of the apocalypse.

"Where's Mr. Sellers?" Harry raised his head and looked around, his eyes full of worry.

Voldemort and Cyrus disappeared at the same time, and soon after, the Death Eaters suddenly evacuated as if they had received a summons, but Cyrus did not move.

"Could it be..." Mag's face didn't look good. She had already imagined the worst.

"Shut up, old man!" Bella cursed mercilessly, "The master will not lose to that guy!"

She pulled back her sleeve, revealing the spiral mark on the inside of her arm, and smiled.

"Look! He's calling us!"

"He is calling his followers!"

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