The green light of death flashed only for a moment, but it made everyone unable to open their eyes.

Harry lost his vision briefly. In the darkness, Cedric was silent and seemed to have died silently.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized that the long time in his mind was only a moment. The green lightning was still flying, and everything around him seemed to be shrouded in time, becoming slow and distorted.

Harry could see tiny dust particles floating in the air as if motionless, the cold and cruel expression on Voldemort's face, and the green light reflected on Cedric's terrified face...

That face overlapped with the illusion he had seen before, and Cedric's cold body fell silently to the ground with his eyes open.

As soon as Harry looked into those soulless, empty pupils, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Who can come and save him?

Mr. Sellers? Professor Dumbledore?

Harry wanted to shout, but he found that his body was as slow as everything around him - was death coming again? He couldn't help but wonder, but at this moment, a ball of blazing flames appeared out of nowhere - Voldemort's eyes flashed with confusion, but then he couldn't suppress his excitement.

“Wow!”

The golden flames rippled in an instant, spreading to every corner! Harry could feel the warmth brought by the flames. Under the bath of the flames, it seemed that even the wound on his forehead that was almost pried open seemed to be relieved a little.

But this flame is not a gentle hand brushing across your cheek.

It swept across the entire room with tremendous force, like a tornado!

The air was twisted wherever the wave of flames passed! Voldemort quickly pulled the wand out of Harry's head, and then isolated a vacuum area in front of him, blocking the power of the flames like a wall.

But everyone knows that the flame is just a prelude, and the real dance is the people who walk with the flame.

"Cry!"

The cry of the phoenix was heard from the flames.

Then, there was a loud spell!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green lightning pierced the flames, cutting off Voldemort's spell before it could hit Cedric! The two spells collided with each other, the power of death melted away each other, and the lightning collided, shattering the frozen time in an instant!

Cyrus raised his wand high, stepped out of the flames, and the flames surrendered. His eyes were like torches, as if a god had descended from heaven!

"Voldemort, you only point your wand at children?" Cyrus said sarcastically, breaking Voldemort's spell, with a cold murderous aura emanating from his voice.

Harry forced open his blood-soaked eyes and looked at the flames. In the flames, Cedric fell to the ground as if he had been pardoned. The three figures were not walking side by side. Cyrus walked in front. He did not look as old as Voldemort said.

Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if a person who had fallen from a high altitude had finally landed safely. His heart felt as if his feet were on solid ground. He was about to shout loudly, but his words were stuck before he could finish.

"Cyrus, Dumbledore taught...wait, who are you?"

The second person who came out of the flames was not the familiar Dumbledore, but a blond boy. The third boy was not blond, but the familiar phoenix surrounded him.

Handsome guys, who are you? Where is Professor Dumbledore?

Harry wanted to ask this, and he even noticed that Fawkes had the same expression on his face.

This beautiful bird of fire circled around young Dumbledore, as if asking him when he had learned Nirvana and returned to his youth. "Dumbledore..." Voldemort frowned and answered Harry's question.

This boy who looked not much older than himself was actually Dumbledore? "You have become younger."

Voldemort was ready to transfer the cost of time travel and changing history to Cyrus, who was closely related to him. If his plan went well, Cyrus would have become old by now, or even turned into dust and died.

But he didn't expect that not only did Cyrus not turn into an old man, but Dumbledore and Grindelwald returned to their youth under the power of time.

This was his mistake.

But Voldemort doesn't really care about it, because the power of time is not so easy to control.

"Thank you so much, Tom. I haven't felt young for a long time. It's wonderful." Even though Dumbledore has become younger, his way of speaking is still full of wisdom and maturity.

"Ahem, professor?" Cedric, who was bent over, choked as if a flame had been poured into his throat, and tears came out. "Professor, are you really... professor?"

He actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask, such as Dumbledore's current look, Voldemort, Harry and the Horcruxes... But now was not the time, and Dumbledore interrupted him.

"You did very well, Cedric. You are honest and brave, and you are a worthy warrior." Young Dumbledore solemnly pressed Cedric's shoulder.

This was not just a polite remark from him, but an honor that Cedric deserved.

"But now, take the others and leave the Department of Mysteries immediately. We will take care of the rest."

"But Harry..."

"Don't worry, I will take Harry back with me." Even the young Dumbledore gave people an irresistible and reassuring power when he spoke.

Cedric immediately nodded vigorously. At this moment, he had no choice but to believe it.

"Boy, don't forget to bring the unlucky guy from Durmstrang." Grindelwald mentioned.

Cedric turned to look for the others who were knocked away by Voldemort, and Voldemort chose to ignore the little mouse. He looked at Dumbledore and said softly: "Now can you realize how wonderful what I am pursuing is?"

"Youth, the strength in your body seems to be inexhaustible..."

He could feel that the magical power Voldemort possessed at this moment had surpassed any time in history, and the soul hidden beneath his body was no longer incomplete. Although it was patched up, it was completely complete and even had more.

His eyes were scarlet and the whites of his eyes were completely black, like two bright blood-red moons.

A complete soul, the magical legacy left by Morgana, the Deathly Hallows - this is Voldemort today!

"I dare say this will be the strongest enemy we have ever encountered!" Grindelwald said seriously. His heart was filled with throbbing. In his magic eye, Voldemort seemed to be wrapped in a black and red ominous aura. The terrible power continued to spread, like death and plague.

"Of course, I am more powerful than ever before!" Voldemort said coldly.

He even forgave Harry Potter and threw aside the boy who was once predicted to be the savior, as if he was insignificant. Voldemort didn't even care about Dumbledore and Grindelwald. He raised his head slightly: "You made me who I am, especially you, Cyrus. If it weren't for you, how would I know what a huge mistake I made, foolishly splitting my soul, ah——" Voldemort sighed deeply, as if looking back at his unbearable past.

"I was so naive and childish back then, didn't I? I thought it was a good idea to split the soul to maintain immortality. But I forgot that the power of magic relies on the unity of body, soul and emotions. How can a broken soul exert its greatest power?"

"So you went back in time and restored the lost soul?" Cyrus asked.

"Of course, this is the only way," Voldemort said seriously, "You devoured my soul, and I am no longer your opponent. What else can I do except go back to the past?"

Voldemort has now fully accepted his failure, and he has a lot to say about his rewarding time travel.

He hadn't said much before because Harry Potter wasn't a very qualified listener, but Cyrus was different.

Now, the four people who can decide the survival of the wizarding world are here, and every word they say can be recorded in history! "I went back many times, took back my soul, and I also discovered your powerful secret, Dumbledore." Voldemort raised his wand excitedly, "-Deathly Hallows, Elder Wand, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"I used to ignore too many things, thinking that fairy tales were just fairy tales, so I traced the source and found this!" He took out another black stone.

Cyrus noticed that Dumbledore's breathing was heavier.

"The Resurrection Stone!" Voldemort said hoarsely, "Look, I used it to give me a living body, strong enough to bear any power! How ridiculous, I was so blind before that I turned it into a Horcrux... It's a pity that there is also that cloak, it seems to have become invisible, and I can't find it no matter how hard I try..."

A look of regret appeared on Voldemort's face, but he quickly put it behind him.

Ever since he got the Elder Wand in time, Voldemort has studied the legend of Death and the three brothers seriously. Things like cloaks are not important to him at all. The Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand are enough!

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Voldemort had given up the cloak.

Neither of them thought that the Deathly Hallows were really magic props made by the god of death, but once the three Deathly Hallows were gathered, perhaps there really would be some inexplicable magical power.

"The Deathly Hallows..." Cyrus looked into Voldemort's eyes and murmured.

He now has a resurrection stone in his hand, but he didn't expect Voldemort to take a second one from the past. Would the appearance of two identical stones at the same time cause their magic to conflict? He glanced at the wand in Voldemort's hand. From the moment the two people's spells collided at the beginning, Cyrus could feel how powerful Voldemort was at this moment.

It seems that at least the power of the Elder Wand still exists.

"Then, I found my split souls again, and I discovered that when I put them together, the improvement was far beyond my imagination!"

Voldemort knew that Cyrus had used the same method to increase the strength of his soul, but he soon realized that the improvement brought about by the process of completing his own soul was much greater than the improvement brought about by the few soul fragments that Cyrus devoured.

This made him doubt Cyrus' existence.

Afterwards, he returned to 1992 and found the diary that caused trouble at Hogwarts. He discovered that the soul in the diary was not the same as Cyrus at all...

Voldemort stared at Cyrus with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Cyrus' soul:

"So, Cyrus, why don't you tell me, who are you?"

“You are not the soul I split apart. Or rather, it’s not just that… You devoured my soul and inherited my talent and power, but where on earth did you come from?” Voldemort asked with confusion. “No matter what time it was, I couldn’t find your shadow, except now!”

With just a few words, Voldemort pointed the finger at Cyrus.

Not only was he curious, but even Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at Cyrus curiously out of the corner of their eyes, as if expecting him to have an answer.

"Do you really want to know my past?" Cyrus asked back.

He twirled his wand between his fingers and whispered.

"This is nothing unusual. I am just a wandering soul who happened to come across your diary."

If it were a few years ago, Cyrus certainly wouldn't dare to reveal his identity like this, especially in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but now, what would it matter even if he said it?

Magic is power. In the end, it all comes down to strength. No one would really mourn for Voldemort's soul, would they? But then again, Cyrus was actually just talking nonsense. Everyone knows that he was originally a soul.

"It looks like the talk is over, so let's fight it out." Voldemort had no intention of launching a sneak attack.

This time of time travel, he got back his soul, his powers, his wisdom and nose, and of course his elegance.

He bowed briskly, as if what was about to begin was not a life-and-death battle, but a wizard duel according to the rules.

Of course, wizard duels usually involve death...

Cyrus took a long breath, his eyes flickering.

He glanced at Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Time had taken them back to their youth. Although their understanding and knowledge of magic were still there, their magical powers were no longer at their peak.

It was Cyrus himself, because Voldemort reversed his time, so Cyrus' magic power reached its peak.

He realized that he had to use all his strength to fight Voldemort! (End of this chapter)